The morning air of the pasture turned steadily cooler. Day by day, the bright golden leaves of the birches turned more spotted as the first winds of winter slipped between the withered branches and across the highlands toward the southeast. Stopping in the center of the pasture, I could hear the winds clearly. No turning back, they pronounced. The brief autumn was gone.
The passage captures the transition from autumn to winter, highlighting the changing scenery in a pasture where the birch trees lose their vibrant golden leaves. The arrival of colder winds signifies that winter is approaching, and nature's transformation is palpable as the seasons shift. The imagery evokes a sense of melancholy as the warmth of autumn fades away.
The narrator stands in the midst of this serene yet somber landscape, listening...
