I was sitting on the window-sill and observing how the wind was sneaking up to trees and tenderly taking away yellow leaves. I remembered, how You and I have been walking under autumnal leaf fall. You heated my hands and told stories about each tree by which we passed. "The name of a maple came from the Greek word "acer" which translates as "sharp". Look, what sharp tips have a leaf of a maple. It is said, that the maple protects people from Dark forces. A birch is a tree of life and revival. When you will be ill or in a bad mood, embrace a birch, ask it for help, and you will fell good. An elder is a tree connected with sacrament of death and birth. It is used for dialogue with spirits." I listened to Your stories and became angry. Instead of walking in the cold autumn forest, I wanted to sit in a warm Japanese restaurant, eat sushi and drink hot hyson. - Sweetheart, what are you doing on the window-sill? Get down, you can be chilled through. He came into the kitchen and interrupted my memoirs about You. - You wake up very early today. I hadn’t time to make breakfast for you. - Never mind. Put your clothes on! We will go to the restaurant. Which do you prefer? Japanese? Don’t you tired of sushi? - I want-want! I’ll never be tired of eating sushi! - Excellent! He came to me, embraced me strongly and whispered in my hair: " I love you ". I was ashamed of thinking about You. - What shall we do then? - I asked. - Anything you want: cinema, theatre, bowling? - Lets go to the forest? It should be very beautiful there. - I did not know, that you are nature-fancier. It is very damp and dirty in the forest now. I don’t want you to get frozen and ill. - If I feel, that I’am falling sick, I’ll embrace a birch and ask it for help. Illness will recede. - Oh, my little inventor. Ok, after restaurant we will go to the forest. But I have one condition. - What condition? - We will go to the forest on food. If you want to merge with the nature, you should do in entirely. He smiled, and I understood, that He is my most intimate friend. Thoughts about you will fallow fallen down leaves. © Copyright: Alisa Lemesheva, 2009.