Autumn returns much too early in the cool night air. The days of old have already been swept by the wind into the sunset. Another year is coming to an end and what once was born has given way to the past. The new will replace the old and the old will wither in the darken skies. Tomorrow will come and yesterday will be forgotten. A kid’s laughter will become a father and mother’s smiles, and life will become old again. The sweet smell of roses is no more. If you blink, you will have missed a lifetime. Stay young, stay fresh. Yesterday came early and tomorrow is almost over.