Twilight behind the window started falling from the sky, clinging to the roofs of the houses down the Windows of our house. Fall is the time carousel of yellow leaves, warm scarves around your neck, and drizzle. On a wall calendar ended on Saturday.
Mom grumpy and noisy making a pie in the kitchen, managed to hum the old song from my childhood. Dad important was leafing through a newspaper, glancing at the clock. It was time for dinner, our traditional Saturday dinner in a circle of warm and dear family.
I looked out the window, sliding the finger on the glass over flowing rain drop on the other side of the window. So small, sparkling, snake ran away from my touches.
I somehow always enthusiastically waiting for the arrival of autumn, classical poets of unequal conclusions - one autumn-bright and sparkling, others sleepily silent. Saturday..a time when there is a chance to be with their loved ones and relatives, exchange news and experiences of the past week, getting plans together.
Looking at the fussy mother, the power of the father's chest overflows with joy and want to cry - mommy, daddy, I love you...When I grow up and create a family, we are bound to be our favorite family Saturday night.