When I woke up, the landscape I saw through my bedroom window didn't surprise
me. It was a classic autumn morning here. The grey clouds were covering the
morning sky and the mountains seemed to be eaten by the fog that laid over the
cornfields. A cold breeze was flowing through the valley and the smell of
the wet wood filled the air. Now it's raining. From my bed, I can hear the sound
of the soft rain hitting the courtyard and see one of those lazy raindrops that
follow each other on my bedroom window.