Everyone loves the beginning of autumn. The leaves are so beautiful and bright. The air is crisp and full of life. Sadly the leaves soon turn brown and disintegrate under our feet. Autumn is a time of both beauty and death.
I never thought I would ever see those two words in a sentence. Beauty is not usually associated with death. Death is cold, lonely, dark and strange. Beauty doesn’t seem to belong with a calloused thing like death. But fall is proof that even when life leaves, beauty can still be found.
Loads of Love,