SOARING AMONG AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their descent, a crisp breeze whispers over the branches, boughs. It carries with it the smell of decay and hope for moments to come. The skies above transform into a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Puffs of heaven drifts across this shifting vista, a ballet of darkness and day. It's a time for introspection, for searching sola