By Candice Rubie
The first golden leaf descends to the pavement like the sun falling from the sky, only to be crushed under a leather boot seconds later. The final curtain call has commenced, and the city heaves a collective bittersweet sigh for their lover’s inevitable departure. By the week’s end, gentle mornings with woollen sweaters and coffee dusted with cinnamon will be replaced by warm white string lights and cozy wintery nights. By New Year’s Day, the anticipation will begin for the day the glorious summer heat finally returns. Though autumn still clings to life, she is already dead in the people’s minds.
Beautiful imagery.
Great insight. We don’t live in the moment.
Wow!!! Way to paint a picture!
Wonderful prose.
Great imagery used to capture the transition from fall to winter.
Quite atmospheric.
Well done, Candice. You sell the seasons perfectly 🙂