You change as you get older. Maybe not everything changes, but slowly you come to realize small little changes. I have never in my life liked autumn or the color pink, and slowly I’m starting to notice these are things I like now. The summer is beautiful, in an obvious way. The way we all patiently wait for it to come after a long winter, and it just boasts it’s beauty in all our faces. Autumn comes in slowly, and little by little we see the changes. It starts in the air first, with the wind chilling, and gradually you begin to notice the leaves turning. We age the same way autumn comes after summer, slowly but beautifully. Autumn comes in small doses of beauty and I get that not everyone sees that because it does not shout in our faces, but my god have you ever watched the slow transition and how gorgeous nature in the fall can be?