Autumn. The word, the season, brings up a sense of calmness. The weather is picture-perfect. The Sun glows brightly in the sky. Wind slightly blows, gathering fallen leaves and tossing them up into the air. Trees rustle and their leaves whisper among themselves, knowing their fate, and say goodbye to each other. Colorful maple leaves dance as they spiral down to the ground. Golden waves of wheat shimmer in the plains, waiting to be harvested. A river is flowing, not a ripple in sight, and sunshine shatters into shards of light.