Autumn Story

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Below you can find my story. Please read the first point in the Notes and Credits before reading the story, though. Thanks for your time, I hope it's to your liking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ·.¸¸.··.¸¸.·.¸¸.··.¸¸.·.¸¸.··.¸¸.·.¸¸.··.¸¸.·.¸¸.··.¸¸.·.¸¸.··.¸¸.·.¸¸.· Patta Patta Patta Leaves drop in the Autumn breeze In ones, twos and threes As the autumn sun illumines the ground with showers of orange light, and shines through the orange leaves above me, I sit on a slick black bench. It’s back has designs stretching out like oceanic petals of metal within the frame. A little leather-bound notebook sits in my lap. I run my hand across its velvety cover. Of course. Orange-red and yellow reflections dance across the path in front of me. If this movement was so compelling, then why didn’t I stand? It could be about all the memories. All the times I so fondly remember and cherish in the twinkling, passing moments of the mind. I set down the leather notebook and got up. The leaves beneath my feet crunched obligingly as I took my steps. I rub my hands over my arms, the sun licking them with warm rays of liquid gold, such a feeling as cannot be described properly. The fire crackles within my heart, and twigs beneath my feet snap. I step further forward, wanting to dwell but the forward called. It was encased in shade, neighborhood street type of shade. This fleeting feeling- but how can one reflect always? Isn’t there a today and a tomorrow, a moment that will come in which you have to talk to people, social norms must be obeyed and a moment where rather than being introspective, you have to take the world in at retrospect, a different dynamic? Yellow rubber boots, rubber ducks and scarfs. The gentle creak of a wooden patio as you look off into the arising sunset upon the horizon. All of these things can be held within the examination of a mind. Does the feeling of adventure and wanting to run off with the wind, hand in hand, overcome one’s mind so simply because of a want of the greater and the more beautiful? Can the world be so indefinitely running after bridges and creeks and defined by such simple terms, though those terms fall utterly short of the complexity and marvel of a world held in the mind of those who contemplate? I skidded my foot across the path, and skipped a few miles. At least that’s how it could be defined in my brain. Does the mind get such a feeble title as “mind”? Could we not create a more beautiful environment in which we conjure up the very words on this page? As I came to the end of the path, the start of the sidewalk, and the middle of the journey, I paused. It all whirled about in my head as leaves in the breeze, then settled to the ground. That was all, I suppose. Now to an adventure of spiced coffee and delicious smelling candles. Because that’s all it really is, isn’t it. Well, all it is in the mind of the lonely. I hope you are not in such a mind. Because it is oh so alone. -Daydreamer