SOARING AMONG AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their shift, a gentle breeze whispers over the branches, boughs. It carries with it the smell of decay and hope for days to come. The heavens above take on a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this shifting vista, a ballet of light and shadow. It's a epoch for contemplation, for seeking solace in the