- Chasing Autumn -
We passed through the seasons searching for the runaway lady of crisp colors. Through our passings, we ran into a stone door. The door, left cracked open, was our invite to enter the cold and dark room hiding behind it.
In the corner, a bed, holding Winter beneath the covers in hibernation. Leaning over winter in a synchronized motion, we spread our index finger and tapped twice to ask him if he had seen his mistress. Angered at us for disturbing his slumber, he aggressively tossed his blanket. As the frostbitten blanket flung into the air, a gust of cold wind sent us back out the stone door we entered from. Now alone, he continues his slumber for the months to come before he rises.
With frosted fingers, we continued our search for Lady Autumn. It was as if she did not want to be found. Or maybe she wanted us to chase her through the seasons. She teased us, shedding her colors and scent in our path. Enticing us to continue further toward the chase of fallen leaves.