It was the first snowy day of autumn in Willow Falls, when the hush of delicate falling flakes competed with the symphony of crimson leaves for the most spectacular November scenery. The old village was picture postcard perfect with its graceful lanes blanketed under a frosty white carpet, the rooftops and stone walls adorned with glittering pristine snow, and the flaming colors of autumn melting into a surreal vision of beauty unlike the later days of winter, for an autumn snow was a one-night-only, never-to-be-repeated, sold-out, stellar performance commanding the glorious autumn stage for itself and leaving in its wake a somber landscape ready to sleep for the long frigid winter.
gif and prose by Amber Maitrejean
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