Autumn's Eve

The soft patter of raindrops dances in harmony with the night wind. The soft rustling of the changing leaves mixes with the fluttering of the curtains that frame my window. There is a cold bite to the air now that lulls me deeper within the warmth of my bed. I hear the whispering of dreams to be dreamt and adventures to be had within the music.  What greater lullaby can be found than that of an autumn's eve?

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