This is a post to go with #WednesdayWalk challenge by @tattoodjay.



Today is Wednesday, our favorite head of Wednesday walks @tattoodjay took a short break due to family problems. But we continue to show our walks on Wednesdays.
I walk not only on Wednesdays, I try to walk more than 10k steps every day. So today I went for such a walk at 5 pm. Eh, the day is short now, it's already getting dark, street lighting has started working.



This year autumn is very sad, it rains often. Recently I was driving in a car, I had a radio wave called "Retro FM" turned on and I heard an old song with the words "Yellow-red longing, cold". This song remained in my soul and today on a walk it surfaced in my head, watching the yellow-red trees.



Soon the trees will be bare. Already, many trees have thrown off their leaves a lot, they fly especially abundantly during windy weather. And people pass by me and look with surprise that I'm photographing this yellowness.









Now the coniferous larches have begun to turn yellow. An amazing tree. In my school years, such a tree did not grow in my area and I only heard about it in nature studies classes. I like this tree in autumn, when it is yellow and in early May, when new young needles appear on it. But now they are starting to fall. Spring is still six months away. And that's why my soul is sad. What will happen this winter? Why are the twenties of this century so bad? These are the thoughts in my head.






After passing this place, I accelerated and walked at about 6.5 km/h. Damn, a couple of weeks ago I hurt my leg, my left foot. I hit it very hard on the sofa. My wife forced me to go to the doctors, she says that I broke my little finger on my leg. Maybe I really should have gone and got some insurance money, but I don't want to waste my time on it. And yesterday I accidentally kicked the chair again with this foot. I became very awkward. The pain worsened again. Now, walking down the street, I'm feeling uncomfortable about it.I would even say that I feel pain in my foot. But I will hope that it will pass soon.



50 minutes. I'm already going home, the circle has closed. It was already quite dark on the street. In spring and summer, when I come after work, I still do various work in the yard, in the garden, but now I come home in complete darkness, only Saturday and Sunday remain for household chores. This makes the soul even more melancholy.