The Four Seasons: Autumn

I felt autumn without even noticing.
It didn’t knock, didn’t say a word — it entered quietly, like a thought lingering at the edge of a memory.
The colors softened, the sky stretched out like a smooth canvas, and the hills began to speak in warm, almost whispered tones.

There’s nothing dramatic here. Just stillness. And earth. And a house in no hurry to be anywhere.
Maybe I drew a waiting. Maybe I caught a moment of peace.
Or maybe it’s just the way autumn speaks to things that no longer need words.

A hill. A silence. A world at rest.