Clear blue skies contrast sharply with colorful trees.
Elara didn't turn. She knew the voice. It belonged to Julian, the neighbor from the hilltop house. He walked up the gravel path, his boots crunching loudly against the frost-hardened ground. He held a camera loosely in his right hand, the lens cap dangling by a thread.
"Now the real work begins," Elara said, standing up. She walked to the stove and put the kettle on. The hiss of the gas was loud in the quiet room.
"Endurance," she said. "Summer is for growing. Fall is for letting go. But winter... winter is for holding on."
Julian smiled, the first genuine smile Elara had seen since the leaves began to turn. "I'd like that."
October sits directly in the center of this cycle. Astronomical Autumn
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