SOARING AMONG AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their descent, a refreshing breeze whispers through the trees. It hauls with it the smell of decay and potential for days to come. The cloudscape above transform into a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Puffs of heaven drifts across this shifting vista, a dance of darkness and day. It's a time for introspection, for searching solace