The autumn trees have come to pass.

The wind starts to swirl so fast.

Does one now see the sincere and inviting colors of the leaves on the trees?

I didn’t. I took the beauty for granted.

The season came and went like an attractive stranger one passes on the street.

Now, I am here. Half a year gone before I leave the place I know.

The place I’ve been for every fall since I was very small.

Moreover, this time next year, fall will take place in a different yard. A new home with different trees and contrasting leaves.

The autumn trees and even Christmas Eve will not be the same.

The one thing that is certain; I will miss the warm color leaves dancing in the frigid breeze.