Early in the morning, the autumn leaves tumbled off the trees. Mist covered the path making it difficult to see. The sun struggled to push through the mist.

In the distance, behind the white clouds, nesting between the hills sat a beautiful château.

At sunset, a man who was old and frail hiked down the dusty path .The clothes on his back were damp and batter-upon his head sat a peaked cap, whilst the leaves swirled around his body. In his hand he held a medium size burnt stick.