CLOUD CHASING AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their shift, a refreshing breeze whispers among the branches, boughs. It hauls with it the smell of decay and hope for days to come. The heavens above are painted a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this shifting vista, a symphony of darkness and day. It's a epoch for contemplation, for finding