Lasting Interlude |
It was a final reminder of what fury once crowned those grey trees that now watched their falling colors turn to dim silver of old age. This one clung to the windowpane against a sky that would wash away the last of autumn hues in preparation for a winter too eager to begin its work. But it remained in silent protest; a vibrant flash in a drained world burdened by tears. The final note in a reverie of nature’s splendor. |
