DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their shift, a gentle breeze whispers over the branches, boughs. It brings with it the aroma of decay and promise for days to come. The skies above transform into a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Puffs of heaven drifts across this shifting vista, a symphony of darkness and day. It's a time for contemplation, for seeking solace