Even though I’m sometimes absolutely not looking forward to taking the dog for a walk, because, well, I have to and it’s not a matter of choice (unless I train her to go to the toilette), I do enjoy the stroll through the forest. I enjoy it any time of the year as each has its nice bits. Autumn creates a morbid atmosphere sometimes. Trees drop their leaves to the ground, where they rot. Nothing really ever gets dry in this time. The fog in the morning feels mystical and the trees without their leaves can appear a bit spooky.