The late summer breeze carried a tinge of sweetness, making people feel slightly intoxicated under the warm sun. August had passed, and October was near.
A young man extended his hand to the azure sky, his five fingers blocking the view. Soft sunlight streamed through the gaps between his fingers, the light changing and becoming extraordinarily beautiful. Then he sighed, lowered his hand, and the verdant mountains of Chablis returned to his sight—dry, comfortable air, and weather so clear it made people feel at ease and joyful.
The deep green that had covered the mountains since midsummer had already faded. The leaves of ginkgo, metasequoia, and sycamore were the first to turn pale yellow, while the fragrant trees in the forest blushed with light red. The mottled colors blended like oils on a palette, creating a natural beauty that tugged at one's heart.
