In that time of year when the days are getting shorter, she come out from her heavenly home. She sings with wild gees and brings scent of rain, wet earth and mellow fruits, but her most preciouse gift is the gift of color... every even she takes out her brushes and paint... and so she paints in red, crimson, yellow and gold... and she will paint till that night when the frost will come and cover her and her art with snowflakes...