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msof57
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A Blurb About Autumn

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Autumn is my spring.

Leaves fall, creating room for more life. Gray skies, bitter cold, rain.

Oh, the rain.

To be outside, feet delicately tapping on the wet pavement, the dying grass making the bottom of my jeans wet. The smell of smoke hides among the fog and mist, the smell of a fireplace somewhere being lit.

Summer is gone, the heat has evaporated. Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner. Snowflakes linger among the clouds above, waiting for their first change to cover the earth with their beauty once more. The tress are finally starting to lose their red, orange, and yellow color. I now see brown leaves. A few are still trying to survive, clinging to a lone tree for fear of coming down, in fear of death.

My walks home from the bus stop are no longer slow and looked forward to. The 1/3 of a mile walk is taken very fast, hands stuffed in my pockets, head bent from trying to shield my glasses from the mist, and trying to see through the endless fog. Even though it's only 3:30 when I dash into my empty house, I feel like it's evening.

Fireplace on, a hot shower, small portable heater, a pen and paper.

The mist and fog close in until it begins to rain. The clouds turn a dark blue and the fog disappears. At 5:30, the sun hidden by the haze finally sets, engulfing me into a world of darkness.

My late nights of writing drive my upstairs so I can crawl into my bed and fall asleep in the nightlike darkness until my parents get home at 8:30.

I'm finding myself off the computer and admiring the weather more and more often. My friends on AIM and Whyville get mad at me for not getting on as often as I used to. But I'd rather spend my afternoons writing and playing "I" on the piano. My fingers gradually slow as time moves on...

Sleep, homework, goodnight.

And it starts all over again the next morning.

Autumn, my spring.

-msof57

Author's Note: A little something I wrote to bring a little light on the darkness of autumn. It brings new life and can inspire you, even if you're writing a blurb like this in your CD/iPod club.

 

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