I watch the last hibiscus blossom sway, its magenta petals defiant to the coming of fall. The green corn stalks are turning brown. The trees already fading, their leaves edged in yellows, rust and crimson, biding time until they transform into more vibrant hues.
Although every season has its own beauty, there’s something special about Autumn. The breezes cool the temperatures from the heat of summer. The fields and trees give up their harvest. The leaves turn luminous, quietly drifting down to cover the ground in a patchwork quilt that crunches when you step on it.
Even the sunsets look more vibrant, coloring the dark blue sky in shades of gold, pink and purple.