She was reminiscent of autumn, tirelessly changing and evolving only to fall and be reborn again. How she dreamed of being like summer, spontaneous and reckless without a care in the world.

She was reminiscent of a first autumn leaf, patiently waiting to surrender herself to the cooling earth. For she knew without change growth was impossible, and without transformation she would never reach her intended destination.

Without warning life unveiled his mask. He was no longer soothing or kind. He was a reckless thief that stole for the sheer thrill of taking, leaving no explanation behind. Her world had forever shifted, and nothing in it would ever be the same.

There was something so enchanting about August rain. You still had the excitement of summer, yet there was the underlying anticipation of the stillness of fall.

His heart glowed like a thousand fireflies lighting up a still autumn night. He was a lucid light in an indistinct clouded world.

And underneath the harvest moon she hummed the tune of a distant lullaby, reminding her the heart was nothing more than a setting sun preparing for a glowing consummation.