If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it.
This is true only if we think that to be our final.
Remember the Summer Sun on our face, wildflowers everywhere, chasing butterflies and bumble bees in the backyard, gupshup with friends into the warm Summer nights.
Remember the clouds adding colour to the Sunset sky, rain drizzling and then slashing, the hot spicy food, late movie nights inside the blanket.
There is never a bad season; if sunshine is delicious, rainbow is colorful, first snowfall is exhilarating, then the crushing sound of fallen autumn leaves adds to the charm.
We can find reasons to rejoice even in a bad season. Life is like a mirror, exactly reflecting our reactions. If we smile, it smiles back at us; frown, we would be frowned upon!
Let us the enjoy the beautiful cycle and wait patiently for things to change, for the tide to turn in our favour.
It’s not over, until we think it to be!