Crisp Morning
Oversized sweater, sipping warm cider, gazing at the crisp morning beauty.
As mornings gradually get brisk.
Dew lays settled upon the ground, awaiting the sun to warm the chill away.
Leaves slowly change with the months, from summer green to a mixture of autumn reds, oranges, and browns.
Leaves gracefully falling, sharing their beauty.
Inhaling the crisp autumn air, an earthy, musky scent engulfs my senses.
Sipping from my mug, each sip tasting of cinnamon, cloves, allspice, and apples; just the smell comforts my soul.
Who knew autumn would show us how beautiful it is to let go of the past?
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