For Whom the Breeze Blows

Out of the four seasons, some crown autumn queen. She is breathtaking. Hers is a time of bounty and of reflection. She also casts a bittersweet spell upon us, for she is the dying season, full of memory.

You and I, what are we? We are leaves hanging upon the branch of this world, waiting for the autumn breeze to send us off into eternity. Perhaps you are still fresh and green, but even your time will come. Spring will turn to summer, and summertime shall pass before the cool air of fall.

Can you hear it? The wind blows for me. The wind blows for you. Let us be ready for our journey.