When I woke up the landscape I saw through my bedroom's window didn't surprise me. It was a classic autumn's weather here. The grey clouds were covering the morning sky and the mountains seemed to eaten by the fog that layed over the cornfields. A cold breeze was flowing through the 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 the one of those lazy drops that are following each other on my bedroom's window.