When autumn arrives, the scent of pomegranates drifts through the streets. It’s as if the earth has dressed itself in gold and crimson, and the branches hold cups filled with the wine of sunlight. Pomegranates gleam on the trees, like a red smile upon the pale face of the garden. Each seed is a heartbeat of the sun’s love, and every crack in the skin tells a story of ripening and revelation. In the quiet of autumn afternoons, as the leaves dance beneath our steps, a cup of tea, a laughing pomegr