Autumn Fall Spring Exclusive -

And sometimes, if you are very lucky and very brave, the thing you love most will wait for you. Not at the end of the road, but right in the middle of it. Sitting on a bench. Holding two cups of tea.

He came back to the bench every day anyway. He brought a thermos of tea and two cups—one for him, one for the tree’s roots. He read Lena’s favorite poems aloud, his voice thin as old paper. And he waited. autumn fall spring

The second week of October, the maple put on a show. Every leaf that still clung to its branches turned at once—a riot of crimson, amber, and flame. People stopped to take pictures. Children ran through the drifts of color, laughing. It was the kind of autumn display that made strangers fall in love and old couples hold hands. And sometimes, if you are very lucky and