Fall is a nice time of contemplation.
Fall is watching time gracefully turns from a sea of green into one of amber and red.
Fall is an anticipation of purity, the whiteness of snow that is coming.
Fall is a time of rest. The trees know it as it sheds its leaves. Animals know it as they borrow in and hibernate.
Fall is a moment of still, soft calmness, lapped by the silky, chilly breezes.
Fall is taking a pause after seasons of activity, a seasonal sabbath.
Fall is indeed a nice time of contemplation.
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