The Season Between Breaths

I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a village outside of Javanroud, watching an old man rake leaves while the air turned sharp enough to bite. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold, nor by the fact that the trees were shedding their gold just as the first dusting of white settled on the peaks above us. He told me that this is the most honest time of year. It is the moment when the earth stops pretending to be permanent. Everything is in transit—the warmth is packing its bags, and the frost is already claiming the high ground. We spend so much of our lives trying to anchor ourselves to a single season, a single feeling, or a single version of who we are. But there is a quiet grace in the transition, a reminder that we are allowed to change, to shed our own layers, and to stand in the middle of two worlds without needing to choose one over the other. What are you currently letting go of?

Moslem Azimi has captured this exact feeling of transition in the beautiful image titled Fall Sense. It perfectly mirrors that strange, peaceful friction between the warmth of the earth and the coming winter. Does this scene remind you of a change you are currently navigating?