
The ending scents of flowers fill the air when you carefully stroll through the patches of freshly blossomed buds. It's that time of year again when suddenly the flowers cease to
flourish and the air fills with a crisp scent of winter. Days feel brisk and windy while the nights seem kind yet behold a treacherous chill. As the warm summer sun hides away for the season, light snow falls from the sky onto nearby heads and melt their wintery water throughout the town. Showy swim suits and swimming beach days die down as the days for fuzzy jackets and warm mittens slowly emerge. Gardens become more difficult to manage as they wither from the chilly winter breezes and they stay solidly dead throughout the next few months until the changing of the seasons strike again. This time of year is pleasant and joyful besides the appearance of withering trees and plants. Nothing shall ever replace this cool and calm season as we
move on with our lives.

