- I like autumn, I said in a whisper, looking out of the window.

It was a cold, greyish day. The wind was making leaves look like birds flock, traveling to somewhere warmer. The trees standing in the background, steady as pillars, ready to face the rage of nature. Can one be as strong as those trees? Facing the storms, that life throws at us. Aging but, our essence never truly changing? I am not sure. Maybe that is why I like it that much. Autumn is proof that beauty is found even in the endings. Beauty is meant to be savored, even if not understood.