Fall

The autumn season always strikes a chord within me. Mother Nature brings out her knitting needles, delicately weaving wispy white clouds together. The oppressive summer heat fades away, and the sun turns shy, sinking lower.

It stains the sky with reds hotter than a crackling bonfire, pinks as shy as blushing cheeks. The trees follow suit, quiet oranges and deep purples tinging their branches as the forests slip into their slumber.

Leaves float on that chilly October breeze, dancing their last dance. One final spectacle, a blaze of glory, before the silent footsteps of Jack Frost usher them into death.