Finally, the moment has become real. After a wandering summer unlike any we have experienced in recent years, autumn welcomes us with all its grace and beautifully colored darkness. As it gently guides us through the days and twilight hours, autumn invites us to slow down, return to ourselves, and reconnect with what truly matters.
And yet, despite the quiet rhythm of this season, A flog of crows seem to have other plans. Their restless calls fill the sky and trees, as though a lively struggle is underway to claim whatever space is available. Even in autumn’s calm, there is still plenty of energy, movement, and life around us.
In this tender moment, it feels as though the world has turned away from the quiet faith of humankind. Crows clash everywhere and give birth to a storm of missery and war for many people, untouched by the ancient Horea of spring, summer, autumn. Humanity drifts aside, leaving us as the lone crowns of the fading summer and again a lost fall.
My thoughts are with all those who experience no joy beyond enduring a winter marked by crowns , pain and death, and who lack the faith to look forward to the hope of spring.
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