CLOUD CHASING AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As the leaves begin their descent, a crisp breeze whispers among the branches, boughs. It brings with it the smell of decay and hope for days to come. The skies above are painted a canvas of golds, click here oranges, reds. Puffs of heaven drifts across this shifting vista, a ballet of light and shadow. It's a epoch for introspection, for searchin