Autumn Goodbye

It is always a surprise how quickly summer turns into autumn. The odd thing is that after July there is this feeling of a slide into winter with little thought of what comes between.

The transition is forgotten and comes as a surprise that it is an entity unto itself. It loses its identity and is regarded more as an infant winter taking its first steps.

Spring has more identity than autumn. It is fresh. New. Welcomed.

Autumn is the forgotten season.