Fire falls from the branches, as dripping flames drift to the forest floor, and not even the night can extinguish the fiery licks because the moon gives fuel to the burn below. Ablaze with the splendor of the season, the ground is covered in leaves of beauty, leaves of temporal splendor, leaves of fire. Fall peppers the air with its pungency – half life, half death, a dash of fungus, a pinch of decay, a solemn unlasting sweetness, and a smoky hint of burn. All the senses are fed at once.
