AUTUMN, that wistful interlude between the sultry veil of summer and the frozen stillness of winter, arrives in a cascade of rustling leaves, each one a reminder of the season's transitory beauty. The air, once laden with the languor of summer, now wears a crisper edge, a hint of the inevitable chill to come. The scent of oud and embers drifting from candles mingles with the earthy fragrance of fallen leaves, weaving a heady potion filled with melancholy.