Autumn

 

In autumn, New York City hums with divergent energy. Crisp leaves swirl and crunch beneath hurried footsteps, their dry whispers carried by the cool breeze. Central Park is a symphony of rustling gold and amber, punctuated by the distant honks of cabs and the soft murmur of people lingering by coffee carts. The wind, now sharper, threads itself through the towering buildings, letting out a fleeting whistle as it slips through narrow alleyways. It’s a sound that signals the season’s shift, as the warmth fades and the city settles into the crisp embrace of fall.

Georgia