The first frost.

It was in the middle of October of the fourteenth year. As usual, early in the morning I went to walk my dogs. I go out into the street and feel the real frosty air getting into my lungs. But the picture on the street is not winter at all. The foliage on the trees, although it changed its color from green to yellow-red, but did not fall down yet. The grass is still quite fresh and even some of the flowers in it are not overlooked. But all this beauty has hardened, it has frozen, the frost has become covered and under crises under legs. Beauty! That's just the sunlight was not enough to add all this incredible picture of brightness and brilliance. Here, I think, now it was shining to roll out, I'll look. on how much all this will magically be, by enjoy. Then I'll take the dogs slowly, take the camera and shoot.
As soon as the sun came out, everything around naturally exploded with the brightness of the autumn colors and the sparks of the highlighted frost. For two minutes I was fascinated by this beauty, and then realized that right before my eyes the magic disappears. The hoar frost began to melt instantly under the warmth of the rays of the sun that had not yet completely weakened. I ran back home, leave the dogs, grabbed the camera with a macro lens and down.
I did not have time to take pictures of the frost on the leaves of the trees, it was no longer there. But in the grass you could still find the crystals of the first autumn frost, than I did.

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I think that the idea of ​​hurrying people to work, ​​why a young guy early in the morning lying on a lawn in the center of Moscow, probably were not very romantic:)))