Summer slips away.
The leaves begin changing slowly falling off the trees.
Summer collapses into Autumn.
The smell of the air is genuine, the bare trees and dark sky overlooking the mountains. It's lovely. Isn’t it. Soon beautiful white fluffy snowflakes start descending into the cold harsh earth.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years.
Look. It all happens so fast.
Barley, just barely keeping up, in the blink of an eye. The blip of a second.
That’s life.

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