SOARING AMONG AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their shift, a crisp breeze whispers through the canopy. It hauls with it the smell of renewal and promise for weeks to come. The heavens above are painted a canvas of golds, oranges, reds. Each cloud drifts across this ever-changing vista, a dance of light and shadow. It's a epoch for reflection, for finding solace in the majesty