The weather is so nice, blue sky gentle breeze bright sunshine delightful temperature and the most beautiful season--fall, yes, it's so good that makes me crazy.
Yes, in my mind the day is the most perfect day of death, for the flowers so fragrant, the birds so upbeat, the brooks so gurgled, so I think the soul must be gonna get to heaven in such days.
But on the other hand, I don't know why I think so. In fact, I like rainy weather too; even I believe the rainy day is more poetic. But the soul maybe prefers to choice a bright day and it can discern the way to Paradise.
Everyday, when I feel the breath of Nature，I become a bird flying away, far…far away…
