Cold Autumn wind rips through the trees, causing the last of the golden leaves that cling to the branches to let go and take flight, as an orange sunset adds one final burst of beauty to the day. A flock of geese can be heard faintly calling overhead as they drift southward toward the horizon. Each piece of the whole ever-changing, working in unison as it should. In nature everything has a place. There is so much beauty even in cold late Autumn sunsets that the geese that sail on by seem to pause before continuing their long journey south. It is in these moments that peace and tranquillity reign over the chaos.
