The sun sets outside and all the creatures of the forest will soon dare to move. A tiny mouse or maybe a dear. Soon the leafy treetops will swiftly change into gold and acorns will decorate the margin of the road. Trace of newly awakened life will soon vanish and replaced by a drowsy, slumberly, bracing sleep. In the embrace of the different shades of warm red and gold the forest begins its hibernation, and in a short while it freeze, just like that time, a year ago.