Autumn break in Bohinj
In its appeased wisdom, the autumn adjusts the summer’s evaporation, the winter’s torpidity, and the spring’s infantilism. The lake is its mirror, which attempts to embellish the sky on its surface. The leaves foam in blood-red colour. Let’s leave the nest, screech the birds. An the autumn begins to clad in the veil.
— Željko Kozinc
