Erik Witsoe via Unsplash Autumn's here. It announces itself meekly and gradually, over the course of quiet days. Crisp wind. Falling leaves. Nourishing rain. The wind carries a ineffable loneliness. It is near the year's end. Leaves of spring flee the branches, covering canopies in a wash of brown and burgundy. Crunching underfoot. A peaceful … Continue reading Autumn →