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A misty sunrise walk Autumn is coming. As I am an early bird it is the perfect time to be out on a walk during sunrise especially on Sunday morning. No cars, no agricultural machines, only fresh air, nature and a fantastic lightπ In a lot of cases these walks are magic moments for me. I leave my everyday life and enter a very special mood. Walking step be step, hearing the birds, smelling all those odors, it calms me down. It´s pure peace and being at odds with myself. And then, sometimes, a mystical moments occurs where my masculinity seems to be gone completely. Such a moment happend today. π I really love my feminine silhouette. It seems I left behind anything male π