<In order to make up for the weeks I haven’t posted, here’s another post this week!>
I’m an October child and autumn has always been my favorite season. It’s so beautiful and rich with colors that it’s impossible to no like it (at least in my opinion). However, like everything beautiful, it must come to an end; the end of autumn is marked by the falling of leaves. Ironically, it is when the leaves begin to fall that the striking beauty of autumn is revealed. As the leaves begin to fall, the roads are covered by the rivers of red and yellow leaves. If this isn’t what people call magnificent, I don’t know what is.