DRIFTING THROUGH AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As autumn's hues begin their transformation, a gentle breeze whispers over the branches, boughs. It carries with it the smell of change and hope for days to come. The skies above take on a palette of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this ever-changing vista, a dance of darkness and day. It's a time for contemplation, for sea