Quiet. The leaves whispered all around her. They raced across the sidewalk with the wind almost laughing in the face of the cold winds. It brought a smile to her face. In the current season everything died and looked so beautiful. As Faye continued to walk along the streets she took in the scenery around her.

There were trees that still had some leaves browning and getting ready to drop. Along the sidewalk there were piles of leaves. When she passed parks the kids were playing among them. Building up piles and falling into them. To watch the living with the dead was a beautiful thing. It renewed it's own form of hope.

Hope. That was a word that rarely crossed Faye's mind. Her life had chosen a fate all of its own and sometimes hope didn't seem to be something that could prosper. Rarely did it seem effort or work would do it either. It was funny enough that she could see the comparisons in her line of work and Autumn.

Autumn brought death and in it created it's own cycle for life to take over after some time. In the community it is much the same way. We see death quite often, quite often we create it and in it at the end of the day there is a new beginning at some point out of it all.