Time— always ticking, forever forward.
There’s comfort in its steady rhythm,
beauty in the cyclical nature of seasons.
Long summer days,
give way to the splendor of golden autumn,
that fade as the first snows fall . . .
Then, the snows of winter melt,
as they inevitably do,
dawning a glorious spring morning . . .
I hope you enjoy my short film, The Passage of Time -A Year of Cinematic Nature
All the best, Kayla Oliver
