We all used to Fall as you get used to something everyday. She comes every year after the Summer and quietly disappear, dissolving into the Winter. The bustle of life, we cease to pay attention to it: autumn is autumn. But she is ALIVE! As a caring mother, she cares for their children. Someone to encourage, someone to encourage and someone and spank, scold. And it is different. With wet snow, with Golden foliage, with bright sun, biting wind and loud rain. Not to say bad or good it is. She is who she is. And she loves us, in my own way, but loves... ... she's not angry, not cold. She's just different! Somewhere warm and tender, somewhere demanding and harsh, but somewhere is a fun and rapid. Shire Andrew. The Story Of The Fall.