ice cream cone life

So many little treasures to be found on an autumn day in a magical place.

The ghosts of summers past linger in the fallen leaves, forgotten crafts, and silent valleys. The land is still full of color, but it is quieter, gearing up for winter. The animals graze, slowly putting on a thicker layer. A piece of honey comb lies forsaken in a pile of leaves. The days grow shorter and will soon seem to have hardly come at all. Any day now, and the world will be frozen.