There’s something romantic about Autum. The plants that blossomed in spring and thrived in the warm summer breeze, slowly decay. But in that decay is a canvas of warm auburn, burnt orange and red hues. It’s a warm glow, lighting up the trees and forest floor. It might be the end for the plants, but for love, it’s the start of something warm, cozy and epic. In this haze of autumnal glow, we find our two lovers. This isn’t a story about a quick summer love, but the slow burn of passion. As the leaves die, our lovers inhale their scent, cozying up in each other’s arms, surrendering to the forest.