Thoughts of a PersianThoughts of Autumn
Another year has come by and he's still in this place, for three whole years now. The Persian muses that he probably has set a new record for that. Never before has he stayed in one place this long, not that strange but utterly bizarre for the person that came to this place three years ago, he doesn't want to leave just yet.
Autumn huh, for some reason Autumn, more specifically the month of October, has a profound grip on the life of the Persian. His body, aging a bit but still in the prime of his life, felt the season change. The warm summer winds, though cooled because of the nearby ocean, being replaced with the chilly, gloomy air that's a trademark of the season. Leaves ending their life cycle and fluttering down on the ground, waiting to decompose and become one with the earth once again. Creatures leaving for warmer regions while others hurriedly scurried around in their tiny town, foraging for their food supply in the harsh winter. Indeed it