Autumn is quietly creeping up on Siberia 🍂 with rains 🌨, yellowing leaves 🍁 and nighttime coolness 🌘.

C. S. Lewis wrote:

“Nature does not cure sorrow, but she takes it into herself, gives it space. In the silence of forests or before the face of unchanging hills, our personal pain finds its proper, humble place in God’s vast design”...

The approaching autumn seems to let us feel the beauty of the world more keenly... and, well, hot coffee with Irish biscuits outdoors helps a little with that too ☕️🍪