Autumn is the season of preparation for temporary death, and forested mountains feel the cold breeze as a sign of getting ready for sleep.

In fact, nature somehow prepares itself for a new death and a new life respectfully. The trees are slowly giving up. The leaves change color. And for us, the superficial people, this green, red, and yellow effect seems and spectacular.

We enjoy seeing so many colors and forget that these colors are the prelude to death. We enjoy the deciduous trees.

Cycling has a different feeling on autumn days. Some perks but mostly become difficult and uncomfortable. You have to wear warm clothes, be careful about getting a cold and remain even more vigilant.

Although it is beautiful, it becomes more difficult. In our land, autumn rains sometimes last for days, and every cyclist must get used to the long rains if he or she does not want to be separated from nature.

I, personally love the rain, and I could ride in the rain for hours without getting annoyed or worrisome.  

 And afterward, how nice and enjoyable is a cup of hot tea with sugar in a café in the middle of the road.