Seasons turn like the pages of a book, each bringing its own story, each leaf a character in the tale. The dance of autumn leaves, a farewell to the summer sun, rustles underfoot like laughter.

Winter will come with its quiet grace, blanketing the earth in pure white, a momentary stillness before spring’s return, a cycle of life, ever repeating, yet always new.

Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska

• Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska