My window exposes a bit different views, but the autumn leaves are the same everywhere. The beautiful autumn colors associate with the harvest, and It is indeed so. I have discovered a pen in my hands. However, can I name it the harvest? My pen associates with the tools for the work but not the product of my activity. My dear, I am so glad to write this comment, to do though something by not doing but hearty welcoming you. While addressing you, I become full with the gratitude, thank you for the equipment for the sharing the wonderful lights with other on my road. Thank you for the release from the fear of cold old winter. You provided wonderful shield from various afflictions. I hear “Hi, Tomas” and I hearty reply, “Hi, my dear. Hello, the world! We have exchanged our spiritual links and are reciprocally connected now.. That’s so great.