It’s Autumn, the time of the year where; we all reflect. The leaves turn of many colors, as rich brown, golden yellow, and blood orange; simply showing us how at one point we blossomed under sunlight. No different than a flower needing sun to grow and blossoming at it’s time; to later shrivel up and start again. But if you listen closely, you can hear the tiniest of children, scream and giggle; as they make leaf angels. The sound of dry leaves, scrunching under the pressure of a passersby foot. If we’re lucky, we’ll get rain, and for a moment, everything is soft and gentle. You find yourself, cuddled up next to your partner, not wanting to go to work; but just lay there and take in their presence. It’s Autumn, the time of the year when we balance ourselves and discard many things; to start anew.