Autumn has slowly arrived here. The weather has been idling between an Indian summer and cooler weather. I love this season (but then again I love all the seasons). As I walk to and from the metro I have begun to notice this week an increasing number of leaves on the ground. And just the other day, while walking back home, keeping my eyes on the uneven path before me, I noticed one place where there were an abundance of bright yellow leaves that just fallen from the trees. When I raised my head, I noticed the stark contrast of the blackish brown tree trunks against the illuninous yellow leaves that still hung on the trees. I felt so lucky to be able to witness such a sight.
Also on my walk many people have begun to adorn their front doors and walkway paths with Autumn scenes of cornicopia, pumpkins of various shapes, colors and sizes, and warm colored wreaths.
This is such a beautiful time of year, and yet, as I look down the road at the treee lined avenue, admiring the trees of various colors and think how picturescque it is, how I want to just capture its beauty to admire the year throughout and then it hits me that I can, each and every season has its own special beauty to amaze and dazzle me throughout the year.