The summer leaves had gone, replaced by the gold, yellow and brown of autumn. Mabel and her lifelong love, William, sat hand in hand enjoying the warming sun.
“How beautifully leaves grow old,” William suggested.
Mabel said contentedly, “Autumn is my favourite time of the year. The heat of summer gives way to cooler times.”
William gave one of those cheeky grins she had loved from their first meeting, “Not because we’re also in the autumn of our lives?”
“If only I were as beautiful as the autumn leaves,” Mabel sighed.
William held her closer, “You’ll always be more beautiful than all the seasons’ colours.”
Graphic accompanying the Centus pompt.