Horns. You will ask: Again? Let me tell you, autumn is the time of the horns. At sunrise I am riding through the woods and fields, through the morning fog, and I am sounding my horn, and when the horse is exhausted, I will stop at a willow tree, take out a book with German poems and sit down. I will enjoy the peace, the fresh air, the solitude, and I will abandon myself to a moment of daydreaming.