Days go by as if on wings of birds—swift, light, and impossible to hold. Yet within their fleeting rhythm, I find a gentle beauty that carries me through each season. Autumn has arrived softly, laying golden crowns on every leaf, tinting my garden with warm tones of amber, copper, and fading green.
In this tender season, I return to the comfort of my kitchen. A pot simmers on the stove, filled with vegetables that melt into a soothing warmth—rosy cabbage, tender kale, potatoes soft as clouds, and the comforting flavor of turkey sausage. The steam rises slowly, curling through the air like a blessing, as if reminding me that nourishment is not only for the body but also for the soul.
When the pot rests, I step outside. The path is covered in crisp leaves that sing beneath my feet. Birds dart from branch to branch, their wings a quiet prayer of their own. Some fly close, as if curious about my presence; others watch from above, guardians of this enchanted little world. The trees whisper ancient stories, tales carried by the wind, reminding me that even in change there is peace.
In this autumn garden, every walk becomes a meditation, every meal becomes an embrace, and every swift day leaves behind a spark of wonder. I move slowly through it all, grateful, wrapped in the soft melody of nature preparing for rest.
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