The sunflower in our garden is still proud, even though time is taking its toll.
Sometimes death is more fascinating (and beautiful) than birth and life, maybe because life is not certain but death always is. Its the inevitable end to everything. There is something reassuring about that. I think about that as the end of the year is closing in, and I need to end tracks that I no longer want to walk in.
I think in autumn I like autumn the best of all the seasons.