Autumn
Looking out from inside, the sun's rays are deceiving. Upon stepping outdoors, one sees themselves breathing.
A cool crisp air clings to everything around. Shedding trees dead red leaves dance the hardening ground.
There's a scent in the air; a musk of earth's decaying attire. It Brings to mind thoughts of wood stoves, hot cocoa, and cider.
Autumn has taken hold, its colors so beautiful and bright. But nipping right at its heels is winter's steely bite.
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