The beauty in the aging of a cycle is truly something to behold.
An autumnal explosion of color, as if one last-ditch effort to scream out that the end is near.
All to begin again in spring.
The beauty in the aging of a cycle is truly something to behold.
An autumnal explosion of color, as if one last-ditch effort to scream out that the end is near.
All to begin again in spring.