As September roars into life, the remnants of Summer are swept away by the bitter gusting, the wind emphatically shouting its power. The rain dashes the windows and throws itself at umbrellas with a vehemence conviction, as if vying with the other forces of nature for our attention. We hustle through the streets, blind to all but our own misery, as the strength of nature reigns supreme.
The evenings have darker to get, yet the ominous clouds hang low and heavy, filled with portents of gloom. The hazy orange shading will soon be a warning for snow, as yet they only hold the tears of heaven, awaiting their chance at salvation.
The leaves begin their colour parade, twisting and curling at the sudden temperature drop. The golds and reds are yet to show their full glory, but patience is not needed for much longer. For Autumn is approaching swiftly, and it will be invoked in of mere days, rather than the months of yesteryear.
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