| Last warm breath | On the tip of the forest's glowing tongue. . My nose freezes even as I look at this photo. It was so freakin' cold in the shade when I took it this autumn. You step out of light and you stop feeling your limbs. But those spectacular contrasts! . Лес выдыхает последнее тепло, простирая между тенями свой тлеющий язык.