DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their descent, a crisp breeze whispers among the trees. It carries with it the fragrance of renewal and hope for weeks to come. The cloudscape above are painted a canvas 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 reflection, for seeking solace