The path well travelled leads you to familiar sights. The stream still flows with the same determination, your steps echo on the mountain path.

Familiar trees and patterns greet you along the way.

But not all is the same. A new cold breeze passes you by, leaving the first chills on your bones. Bird songs sound louder announcing the arrival of the new season. Tractors move slower, tidying up loose ends before the winter stillness takes over.

Soon, other creatures will have to take shelter but for now they can still peacefully enjoy the last of the green pastures.

Some things will remain untouched though. The clouds will still be playful in the sky…

And the planes will still be rushing to reach their destination.

I hold on to the last bloom, wondering what the new season will bring and hoping …