At first, we wanted to get to the wooded hills above the city at dawn. But the rain in the evening surprised everyone and we decided to walk 7-8 miles down the mountain road. I told guys I’m dying to watch beautiful autumn views.

At 5:20 I rode my bike out of the house and arrived at the meeting place. We crossed the bridge over the river and in the park, we walked in the relatively cold weather.  A few people were willing to leave the house in this frozen this morning and finally, a small number gathered.

It was night, and the trees would come out of the darkness like ghosts with their heads bowed.

I really like the night atmosphere for walking. Something is soothing about the darkness. The night has no expectations and is empty of assumptions.

A rescued dog was along with a friend. The guy who rescued the dog said he untied a strong rope around the dog's neck and it was still wounded and sensitive around the neck of the helpless animal. The heartbroken dog seemed to be passionate and follow every cat that was in its way.

As we approached the bottom of the road, the rescued dog became my friend. Little by little, the daylight started to prevail and in the damp cloudy morning, I could recognize the colors of nature more vividly.