A walk in the woods.
I was walking along the coloring trees in the cool autumn sun, it was peaceful, a bird was twittering quietly in a tree, and in the distance I heard a great waterfall crashing against the rocks. The air was cold with the smell of rotting leaves, and fresh water. I found a patch of grass and layed down, warm, and soft, with leaves botting it's surface. I take a rusty colored leaf and breathe in it's crisp, Autumn smell. I was comfortable, my eyelids growing heavy, I drift into an unsuspecting slumber, leaving the serenity of the forest. As I awoke it was beginning to get dark, the sunset was just above the horizon, colorful, with purples, and pinks, and dark reds, beautiful I thought as I was walking home, but the ground became chilly, snapping at my feet as I walked along. A bit of a frost began to form over the leaves, making them crunch and break as I walked upon them, I saw a squerell gathering acorns in the last light of day. I was beginning to take it all in, the chill, the squerrel, these, are the signs of winter. I didn't want winter to come yet, I was still enjoying the smells and feels of the fall, it was my favorite season, and it was leaving me, all alone, in the snow to freeze.
I was walking along the coloring trees in the cool autumn sun, it was peaceful, a bird was twittering quietly in a tree, and in the distance I heard a great waterfall crashing against the rocks. The air was cold with the smell of rotting leaves, and fresh water. I found a patch of grass and layed down, warm, and soft, with leaves botting it's surface. I take a rusty colored leaf and breathe in it's crisp, Autumn smell. I was comfortable, my eyelids growing heavy, I drift into an unsuspecting slumber, leaving the serenity of the forest. As I awoke it was beginning to get dark, the sunset was just above the horizon, colorful, with purples, and pinks, and dark reds, beautiful I thought as I was walking home, but the ground became chilly, snapping at my feet as I walked along. A bit of a frost began to form over the leaves, making them crunch and break as I walked upon them, I saw a squerell gathering acorns in the last light of day. I was beginning to take it all in, the chill, the squerrel, these, are the signs of winter. I didn't want winter to come yet, I was still enjoying the smells and feels of the fall, it was my favorite season, and it was leaving me, all alone, in the snow to freeze.
