I can't think of anything, that can compare
with Autumn! It's an experience, I try hard
never to miss. For where else can you see
a phenomenon, such as this! To be able to
watch the leaves turn color, is truly a sight
to behold. It's fascinating to watch, as they
turn from green to brown, orange, red and
gold. At this particular time of the year, a
breeze is still present. The sun remains
warm against your face. The air is still
fresh and clean, there's nothing, to take
it's place. I try to savior the moment, for
all too soon, it will disappear. Leaving
instead in it's wake, old man winter,
which in no time, will appear!
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