The road is very where every tree has changed its green dress to gold and lined up in a round dance at the roadway showering it with gold
Clouds are reflected in the lake at the foot of the mountains
Stones in the moss at the waterfall in the gloomy forest
A frame with butterflies on the table among books, needles and bubbles
Wine and a glass on the table is a reason to relax
Brunette with a bare ass at the table with oranges