on the day that my life changed the autumn leaves had literatlly been painted by a bunch of children with brushes,but still the art of naturehad made these mystifing leaves a work of art made of crisp yellows,bright red,and warm brown's.the leaves that fell were carried by gentle breezes of the sweetly warm apple cider freshly brewed by one of the neighbiors near by.the warm smell did not keep you warm when the chilliness of the wind blew up on you.the wind blew gently against my soft face and pushed my silky hair out of my face.in reaction to the cool gust of wind the hair stood up on end and those blotchy things that appear on your skin when you get cold infested my arms like a bad viruse.oh yah the word is goosebumps.i walked briskly down the street jubulent for cooking all the food a week ahead of thanksgiving.
 Casilda Rising Moon · Tue Nov 20, 2007 @ 10:44pm · 0 Comments |
