Cycles

Each season has its own scent. Now the scent of autumn permeates the air. The damp musty decaying smell of leaves on the wet ground combines with the morning mist rising from the river valley. The earth is covered in a cold blanket as the richness of summer growth slowly gives way to the dark death of winter. It is part of the cycle of life. Without it there would be no rebirth in spring. Nature’s miracle is taken for granted by many, but it is a miracle to which even humanity must bow.