*Olivia*
Autumn had crept upon us without warning. The temperature had dropped by a good ten degrees in the last week, a chill permeating the air that hadn’t been there before.
The green of the leaves began to fade away to dull yellows and oranges, the seasons changing the city as much as the trees. The people of Florence had begun setting up the beginnings of a festival in the town square, much of it closed off as they built stalls and decorated everything from the monuments to the street lights.
Through it all, the sun continued to shine and the sky was as blue as ever.
The garden in the compound was no different. Many of the flowers that had bloomed over the summer had begun to wilt, their petals laying upon the paths as I made my way through the area.