I must be a space cadet for only today did I notice that mornings are now misty, trees turned fiery, and the landscape smells undeniably like the corridors of wintertime and solitude. I'm not particularly saddened by it, gladdened actually. The only concern I have is that it seemed that last week, spring had just struck, and soon after today, winter is knocking on my door. Time had given me the opportunity to exist, and it seems to begin exponentially robbing me of it as I march on in this life.
78 mm (35mm equiv.)