It was autumn when it really reached us. The leaves started to turn colour. The green certainty became an orange dusk.
Mixed like a pretty painting but really a canvas of something much deeper.
Of darkness.Of fear. Of anger. But also of so much love.

The wind and cold has started to tease us and we know that the leaves will soon turn brown.
With it sadness, helplessness.but still so much belief.

And soon.
Winter will arrive.
With it the leaves will dry.
The icy wind will creep,pound,engulf.
It will howl and fall...