“Time present and time past / Are both perhaps present in time future, / And time future contained in time past.”
– T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets (Burnt Norton, Part I).
The shifting of seasons carries with it a quiet inevitability, a merging of past and future in the present moment, where every fleeting second seems both infinite and transient. This photograph, taken in the final golden hours of summer, is a testament to the way time lingers—carrying with it the warmth of all that has passed, yet whispering of what is still to come.
As the light fades and the air cools, we stand between worlds: the echo of summer’s last breath and the soft arrival of autumn’s embrace. It is in these quiet moments, these delicate transitions, that we find the beauty of what it means to exist in the ebb and flow of time, where each step forward is touched by the echoes of what once was, and the promise of what might be.
Shayan Afzal 
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