In the season of amber, the world is one big candlelit dinner.
Sunshine drenched meadows become a topic of reminiscent conversation.
A season gone.
Leaves curl into themselves in a grateful submission. An ideal death.
My daughter swirls in my belly. Steam swirls off my mug.
A new beginning among a season of endings.
In a heavy weight of reds, golds, and browns - all is as it should be.
The sunset of the year, a worldwide sigh of relief.
Pumpkin spiced peace. One evening at a time.
In the morning, sunshine will peek in on the world.
We will renew as well.
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Wow, really beautiful. I love the imagery and vibe you created with this!