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0651009806510066a portrait of our journey, every week for a year The first chilly day of autumn had me in awe of the changing of the seasons. It happens so naturally but always with give and take. Summer hangs around until it's pushed a little further with rain and breeze; it's an ebb and flow, waves in the sea. This cycle is such a comfort for me. The seasons may differ year to year with intensity and temperature, but the shifting from season to season always occurs. Every year I find myself more entranced with the soul of the seasons, the consistency of it's magical change.