October Beauty

The trees whisper amongst themselves.


The vibrant leaves are crisp and fall to the ground like colorful butterflies. I walk through a thick pile of leaves- they crunch under my feet. The air is crisp. I take deep breaths, savoring the delicious purity of it. I can smell it in my nose, taste it in my mouth. I swallow it down and feel it refresh my whole body, like ice-cold water. The smell of burned leaves reminds me that autumn is finally here.

Somewhere nearby, a dog barks incessantly. It acts as background music while I enjoy the environment around me. I gaze at the trees, the pumpkins on my porch- anything that reminds me of autumn. The sky is a milky white and grey, as if it could not decide whether to snow or rain. There is no breeze. Everything is hushed, as if the trees and the sky were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. It seems as if the world is at a stand-still, until a leaf spirals down from a branch and breaks the stillness of nature.

Autumn fills me with a warm, delicious feeling. It's like tasting your first hot chocolate of the winter- the sensation immediately brings you back to the previous winter. Autumn's smells create a flurry of memories through my brain like many drone bees flying around their hive. I think of grimacing pumpkins, the heavenly taste of candy corn, and the mysterious nature that is autumn.

I sit in the soft padding of the leaf pile, and reminisce about the past fall seasons. I remember apple-picking with my family, how the rays of the sweet October sun fell so lightly on the plump faces of the apples. I remember carving pumpkins on the porch with my sister, how the ice cold air froze the pumpkin guts to our fingers. I remember sitting outside, like I am now, and thinking of all my happy memories. Autumn has been so good to me.

I lay down and let the smells of fall fill my nose, let the leaves fall lightly on my arms and legs. I take deep breaths.

The trees whisper amongst themselves.