DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their descent, a gentle breeze whispers among the trees. It brings with it the aroma of decay and hope for days to come. The cloudscape above transform into a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this shifting vista, a symphony of darkness and day. It's a season for contemplation, for seeking solace