CLOUD CHASING AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their descent, a crisp breeze whispers through the trees. It hauls with it the aroma of decay and potential for weeks to come. The heavens above are painted a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this shifting vista, a ballet of darkness and day. It's a season for contemplation, for finding solace