The autumn breeze has long since faded, yet the scent of maple and old memories lingers on the wind today. It is a quiet afternoon; even the clouds seem to be drifting with a sense of purpose.
I found myself wondering... when the seasons change and everything familiar is swept away, what is it that stays constant within us? Is it our convictions, or perhaps the echoes of those we once walked beside?
I would love to hear your thoughts.