Autumn Locus

The remote location was the epitome of the season and the embodiment of a quiet, cool, and colorful autumn spirit. The still, small pond was resting, nestled in a niche between banks. Trees with cascading branches of draping leaves silently huddled around the pool. The faraway sky was concealed by the trees’ thick canopy. The scalding sun shone with all its strength, but only a few speckles of its light touched the forest floor. A crisp breeze blew through the golden meadow, creating small crackles as dry leaves fell from branches and brushed against each other. The wind reached the pond and created the slightest ripple upon the water’s surface.

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