ever increasing breezes stir now blowing from long ago to chill my soul winter is approaching as it always has tiny bars of resonant brass colliding sing to the glory of Autumn's pastel as nature prepares her finale while in another city a young girl makes lunch having been out on this morning attending yoga class her cheeks, still rosey despite the mid-October sun reflect the calmness with which she approaches each moment more than anything that is her mark of beauty rls back