Autumn and a Lost Dragonfly

It is autumn now, and we are relentlessly approaching winter. This morning, there was frost on the grass, and over the sea, mist drifted across the water's surface. Autumn is beautiful. Somehow more beautiful than summer, but there is also something tragic about it. Not just the darkness that sets in, but also the migratory birds flying south, the insects dying after fulfilling their duty of passing on their genes to the next generation. In the garden pond, a large and colorful dragonfly floated. I had seen it many times over the summer, fascinated by its flying skills and vibrant colors. But now, there it was, dead. I took a few pictures as a kind of memorial. Perhaps next summer I will get to enjoy its offspring. I hope so.