Place: a bench in the park

As soon as I sat down, I heard and bell and pleasant slapping on the asphalt - it was a horse, carrying holidaymakers. Nice freshness, the autumn smell, there are no green leaves: some trees are bare, some are yellow, but the willow is still green like in the summer.

Yet, the smell of the burnt leaves is slightly rotting. Older women are discussing the lawn. Yes, the lawn is  still too green. The murmur of conversation merges with the wind, which is obtained from the comfort Free from  tension sound. Treetops are yellow-orange, some-where already merged black and gray haze, which now stands in the park. The baby is crying somewhere in the back. The noise of an aircraft engine go into the wind and started up the hair and increase sharply. The smell of  sheets, possibly because of the wind.

classical music is played over the radio , it is a saxophone, a pleasant female voice is singing.

Passing. rollers creak/

Squeaks through the air banging and shuffling. I feel inspired in a  strange manner by a guy in  the header. It is so warm!

The sound of summer ski poles. a spoiled child passes by, something is arguing with her mother. A young roller found a willow branch and now rides with it :she  sweeping, or thinks that it is tape. Her grandmother grumbles: Why do you need it, throw.

A long-legged girl passes on high heels.

It becomes cool but the noise does not subside ...