In the autumn, nature is vibrant with colours. Bright orange, like a fire burning in the setting sun, soft green only caressed by nature’s delicate hand. It flourishes before it diminishes. And then, slowly, you notice how quietly a tree falls onto the ground. And then another. And another. Soon, the tree is bare of leaves and life, standing in the dark, waiting for Mother’s magical hand to reach him in the spring. But remember that despite this overwhelming loneliness and waiting in the cold, the warmth is only just around the corner. Things will get better, brighter, and happier. The seasons change; hold onto that.