Seasons

Shifting from clear, shining skies to an irregular, cloudy mixture of precipitation and wind, wafts of white fluff (in the sky) meld into a large mass of gray. Seasons drift to the next and fall begins, the stepping stone between summer and winter.

In fall, everything dies. Magnificently colored leaves descend, becoming a dance of red, orange, golden browns, and yellow. Instead of the delightful sunshine of summer, your skin meets cool and crisp air in the mornings, and the weather is absolutely unpredictable with its warm and cold days.

Eventually, fall becomes winter, winter becomes spring, spring becomes summer, and summer returns to fall. In an odd way, this shift in weather has always reminded me of peer pressure. It's like a never-ending cyclic battle of rebirth and death.

Nature is truly invigorating, as it is inspiring.