Once autumn began with a universal rumble high in the crowns of trees. Then the leaves were torn off and endured to the ground in infinite abundance, circling and spitting, worn by the currents, as if the world was changing its skin. We left them to pile up. We found an excuse to stand and watch the branches reveal more and larger pieces of sky with each passing day.
As autumn set in, a noticeable shift enveloped the trees, marked by a collective sound that echoed through the branches. The leaves began to fall, cascading down in great numbers and swirling through the air, transforming the landscape as if the earth itself was shedding its old self. The result was a visual spectacle of color and movement, captivating those who witnessed it.
In this mesmerizing season, the fallen leaves created piles that beckoned attention. People paused to admire the bare branches, which unveiled increasingly expansive views of the sky above, revealing the changing nature of their surroundings day by day. This observation became a contemplative experience, signifying not just the change of leaves but the broader shifts in life.
