CLOUD CHASING AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their shift, a gentle breeze whispers through the branches, boughs. It brings with it the smell of renewal and hope for days to come. The skies above take on a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Like wisps of smoke drifts across this shifting vista, a symphony of light and shadow. It's a epoch for introspection, for searching solace