The bare trees shorn of all its leaves stood gracefully, awash in the golden radiance of morning sunlight. The carpet of leaves squeaked happily as I stepped over it with my dog during my morning walk. The delightful sight and melodious sound stopped me, and I paused to receive infinite grace, as light entered my soul. 

The simple joys of morning walk with my lovely dog at the end of autumn expressed as a creative in “A season of retreat”.