My Autumn

I love walking alone in the park, watching the leaves fall silently around me. A gentle breeze, only just beginning to bite – not quite cold enough for a coat, just a scarf. That feeling of the earth bedding down for a deep sleep, quietly tucking away her summer wares. She is vibrant, so lovely, the last burst of color, more enchanting than any other season.
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1 Response May 4, 2012

You describe her so vividly. I like Autumn, too. I hate summer but love winter, and Autumn is that season that signals the end of summer and heralds the coming of winter.