Autumn´s a mistery. Where do the pigeons hide until late in the morning, what do the tiny oranges feel outside in the balcony... do they know somehow chilly winds are coming? And what about fish? Do they know it´s cold outside? They live in this permanent tropical world but the light´s different. Everything changes, and this time the sentence can´t go ahead as usual because it´s not the same at the same time. I´m still lonely. My she-human must leave in a while, I know it because she cuddles my head and eye-kisses me softly. It means "I´m sorry, Max, I´ll come back as soon as I can and we´ll read together on the sofa".

It´s all a mistery, like a shell far from sea.