DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their descent, a gentle breeze whispers through the canopy. It carries with it the smell of decay and hope for days to come. The heavens above are painted a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this ever-changing vista, a dance of darkness and day. It's a epoch for contemplation, for seeking solace i