Autumn

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus

Autumn painted Aandrus into magnificent canvasses of colours and loss.

Almost overnight.

Showing me a fraction of the perfect cycle of the seasons of my life.

And out of Africa, came a tantalising radiance that invaded my senses and my soul.

And again.

And still.

I am grateful beyond comprehension.

Thank you.

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