Fall on the Ponds Edge Bubb The weathered houses stand on

The weathered houses stand on stilts above the water

weightless—gliding over the earth in search of clarity

The background hums with gentle light

Just as we teeter on the edge of surrender

lost in the rhythm of daily ritual

Fall on the Ponds Edge Bubb The weathered houses stand onAutumn wraps itself around the pond, its colors resting softly at the waters edge. Golden light spills across the surface, so still it feels like a mirror. A breeze stirs, just enough to rustle the leaves and remind me that life is still moving, even here in this quiet corner. Its a moment to pause, to take in the slow, beautiful shift of the season. Simple, but full of something deeper.