An avenue in autumn

I have always felt that nowhere can autumn be felt more clearly than in an old-fashioned alley. The trees are almost naked, the ground is covered with leaves of all possible colours, it is blowing and , of course, it is raining. The melancholy of yet another passing year is in the air.

But, wait, hope is here at the same time. Where there is death there is also life. In just some months this will again be sunny and green...