View from library window, 2013 November 3rd.
Twas a fine, bright November morning. The leaves were all aglow in the crisp sun, the bold evergreens were boastfully evergreen and the flaming leafy remnants of the summer were either hanging on to their branches for dear life or fluttering to the ground where they joined their fellow friends in a sea of blazing, brilliant, red, yellow, orange.
Kiranjot Kaur 