there once was

autumn depression – the changing of color from thriving green to dying orange and brown; the falling of leaves, one by one, floating ever so gently through the air to their deaths. the quiet piano that plays a lonely tune on the inside of an empty house; the sound of children laughing outside – a distant memory of what once was, but is no more. the fluttering of birds across the sky on their way back home to hide away from the painful winter chill. the emptiness of it all. life and loss, as meant to be and as inevitable as two sides of the same coin. but beauty – not glamorized – but a humbling beauty, perhaps, when we feel this rawness of being human. and life, ephemeral, like beauty, after all.