The Fall

I am writing this text sitting in a suburban train. I am returning home from the country house. My wife has gotten me with the car to the train station at 7 am in Monday morning because the train takes 3 hours to get to Moscow and today is a working day.  I am watching through the window outside. The autumn signs are everywhere. There are a lot of yellow, orange, and red colors and much less green colors.  The heavy grey sky full of clouds seems very close to the ground.  Drops of rain are beginning to appear on the window.  I am listening to soft music in earphones. I guess as I’ll end the writing I’ll sleep a little. I've gotten up at 6 am and such autumn weather literally lulls.