Changeable northern autumn, when light cool rain instantly gives way to clear blue sky and warm sun and then clouds come again. Bright colors of yellow and orange foliage are reflected in the mirror of a wet road. Smells of leaves and coffee from a coffee shop around the corner. The time of sad poems, vermouth, umbrellas, and colors. The city dresses up in bright hues as if contrary to the grayness of the sky. The warm romance of loneliness. A lone yellow tram brings me down the autumn boulevard to something new. Something ends, something begins.
Original oil painting "A Tram On a Boulevard" by Yulia Nikonova.