If I only could find right words to express my deep love for September in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere. When the streets are empty and just some lonely ghosts are finding their way back home through the carnival of red and yellow leaves that are mildly dancing in the autumn wind. The last golden sun rays are jumping from window to window and making rainbow roads. On a rainbow road there is a little girl whose rubber boots are unwillingly smashing the red berries fallen into puddles during the rainfall. One of them still finds its way into her ebony brown hair.