A perfect day for autumn

Golden leafs dancing with a wind on a pavement in a rhythm of mum's "blessed brambles". The sky. The trees shaking off worthless gold. The sky. And random white clouds. Changing frames in my eyes still in the tempo of the same song. Then I listened to the whole album of this fabulous Icelandic band. And again. There was still some kilometers till Vilnius, so I switched to energetic The Killers' "Sam's town" album.
A perfect day for a random trip to anywhere. It was not very random this time. I decided to take a look how other people are performing their poetry ( very ambitious word here too:) ). Well, I'm not sure if word "performing" is the best here, but the meaning is that, you have to be good not only at writing stuff but also at expressing it verbally. About 100 "weird" people in one place, mumbling something for themselves or trying to get attention loudly expressing themselves. Few I know, a lot has changed in this community. It's natural process. First thought: so many females and about 20% males. I guessed right, that the favorite ones in the contest will be males. At least they really did better. Another thing I noticed, to win in such contest, the perfect way to perform is by creating drama, pretending to be mad, angry, crazy. Of course, that way you show more emotions, but on the other hand - is this the only way? Isn't there possibility to draw attention by being calm and reserved? Well, probably writing people are a bit crazy then:)
And again the sky. Just in different shade. And getting darker. Changing with small villages and forests by a music of "Draumar um kalt sommer" till I get home.
A perfect day for autumn.