Month Of Fall 〈720p〉

On the twenty-eighth day, the first snow threatened. The sky was a bruised purple, heavy and low.

"What work is that?" Julian asked.

"Granddad used to say the trees aren't dying," Elara mused, taking a sip of the cider. The spice stung her lip. "He said they were just letting go of the things they didn't need to survive the cold. He called it 'pruning the soul.'" month of fall