The beauty of a changing season

Sometimes, it is hard to imagine without photographs, but this time, maybe words will do.

The leaves have turned from bright yellow to glorious red, and finally a dull brown here in Tokyo. Maybe it is time to bid Autumn goodbye.

Today, as I looked out of the classroom, I saw something most amazing. The wind was blowing strongly and the leaves of a large tree rustled vigourously and began to fall..

A lady and her dog found their way underneath this tree and began to enjoy the wonderful sensation of being surrounded by the swirling, falling leaves of autumn. She was smiling, her hands stretched out, trying to catch a leaf or two....

I realized that I am slowly beginning to better appreciate life's flow through the beauty of a changing season. Leaves fall, but they will grow again. Yet, the approaching winter possesses its very own flavor and gives us our own space for reflection. We should not yearn for the autumn leaves to stay yellow forever nor eagerly await for their arrival in spring.

Maybe, it is enough to find some comfort in the here and now of a passing autumn.

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I wish I had more time to spend outdoors, if not for my floundering yet intriguing politics paper that is finally taking some decent shape. !!!!! And exams...