Leaves fall from the trees, one-by-one. The leaves change color, one-by-one. The leaves slowly shrivel up, one-by-one.
The brittle leaves crunch underneath our hooves as we take a walk together. The trees are now bare, their skeletal arms beckoning to us.
Fall is here.
The brittle leaves crunch underneath our hooves as we take a walk together. The trees are now bare, their skeletal arms beckoning to us.
Fall is here.
