Fall

Fall and all its wonders

    What’s that I hear? The sound of screeching crows in the distance? The brisk breeze lightly pushing the sound of tap dancing leaves down the street? Fall must be here; I can recognize these familiar noises from anywhere. My four other senses are itching to explore the start of this returning season. I grabbed for my light weight, red jacket hidden in my closet, and head out through the front door to get a better glance.

    I grab the frigid banister rail, as I walk down the slick stairs leading away from my house. As I continued to stroll down to my yard, the moist air brushed past my face.  The wind gently lifted the hair off my neck causing a great chill down my spine. It seems fall is colder than I last remembered it to be.

   The crisp scent of burning wood filled the inconspicuous air surrounding me. I get swallowed up by the sweet sensation of marshmallows, that seem to be cooking over an open flame, miles away. As I continue my journey down, the lawn a faint smell of fresh apple, and pumpkin pie floats gradually past my nose. Each smell is so strong, it leaves an after taste in my mouth. These uplifting scents rapidly vanish altogether and are replaced by the overwhelming stench of rotting leaves. Fall is here;  there is no denying its presence.

   The sight of the once green grass is no longer visible; instead, it is replaced with vibrant yellow, orange, and brown leaves. Trees baring their gloomy branches; waving slowly each time the frozen wind blew them. Leaves were still rapidly falling from them with each movement. Several people emit from their homes carrying rakes, and plastic bags; with every intention of ruining this wondrous sight. The image might disappear, but the memory will always remain.

Reviews

[Ourebro.]

Enchanting, i can visualize every single detail, smell every single odor, and i can feel Fall. An amazing write.