Lados was experiencing nature's gifts of Autumn through his senses. He gazed along the harvested fields, run through by the oily river, far away to the mountainsides. There, trees were shedding their leaves performing their spectacular ritual. Lazy trees wore light green and golden yellow foliage, while hasty ones were in a hurry to put on their orange and crimson. He felt like he flew over the low altitude forests, admiring their color grading, before returning over the river's course. His feet, light as ever, touched the ground. He walked the plains carefree. Now and then, his ears picked up distant animal noises. The bustling earth dwellers were preparing for winter. Mothers called out to their young to gather around their hole, inside their nest. Birds would store seeds, leaves, fruit cores for the winter.
