DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their shift, a crisp breeze whispers through the branches, boughs. It hauls with it the smell of decay and hope for days to come. The skies above transform into a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Each cloud drifts across this shifting vista, a dance of light and shadow. It's a epoch for contemplation, for finding solace in the gr