The start of Fall

28 Sep

The crunch of the ripened leaves under my feet, fallen from their glory, carpeting the road side in a million shades of reds, yellows, oranges. 

The smell of the coffee in my hand, cinnamonny, spicy, warming my hands, serenading my senses as its aroma entwines with that of the evening. 

The setting sun, casting long shadows around me, highlighting the yellow hues, muting the brightness long before I’m used to. 

A soft wind brings in a slight chill-crispy-making me shiver, as I stay my haste to get away from the oncoming cold and enjoy the merging of summer into winter. 


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