Reflections of Autumn

In the twilight of a languid afternoon, the house stands, a chromatic monument to the season's embrace. The lake, a mirror of shifting hues, cradles the boat, a vessel of forgotten dreams, waiting to drift into the whispered tales of the water's depths.

In the twilight of a languid afternoon, the house stands, a chromatic monument to the season's embrace. The lake, a mirror of shifting hues, cradles the boat, a vessel of forgotten dreams, waiting to drift into the whispered tales of the water's depths.