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Manya Madan Untitled, painting

The Seasonal Stroll

I took a walk to enjoy the summer sun. The air is hot, the sun is still shining brightly, as children play in the streets and screech with laughter.

The smell of smoking grills carries through the air, and follows me throughout my walk without a care. But in the shade, where I strolled, there was something I could not believe. Dead grass was found, as coldness began to reach me. Suddenly I felt the warm summer sun was not to be. As I walked further, I saw falling leaves on the ground. At the end of my stroll what I had found was that the seasons had changed all around.

Benjamin Kamienski