Autumn is so beautiful, yet everything is dying. The leaves are vibrant, but they are withering. That rustling sound... Just look at the gorgeous colors of gold, orange, and brown, waiting to drift upon the ground.
As the songs of sparrows fade away, they fly south for winter's stay. The north wind blows, inviting all to dance. The leaves twirl and leap along the ground, engaged in a dying dance, as if exalting and celebrating the wonderful times they shared during the green season. It’s a celebration before their departure—a fantastic spectacle that invites us to embrace the beauty of change instead of mourning it.
I can smell the earthy mushrooms and feel the softness of piles of wet leaves everywhere. There are whispers of faefolk—the pixies and gnomes—some setting out on adventures, while others amble back to their homes.
Oh, if only I could bottle fall and make that feeling last! The magic in the colors, the bright greens of the recent past now transformed into vibrant oranges, reds, yellows, browns, blacks, and golds. Goodness, it passes far too quickly; the colors fade, and the leaves depart, leaving the world to take its rest.
So I’ll treasure every step and each breath in between. Inhale and exhale that pure bliss of the woodland, holding onto the fleeting moments of this enchanting season.
See you soon, your Célia
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