AUTUMN

Leaves fall.

I travel outdoors.  In autumn the multicoloured leaves are in colossal piles in the gutters.  When wind strikes, I see the leaves start BREAKDANCING! When the wind settles, the leaves stop breakdancing.  Leaves glide off the trees like falling feathers.  I hear the crunching leaves under my shoes.  The aroma of the dead leaves smells like freshly cut grass. The dead leaves feel crunchy in my hands.  I feel like a little kid again jumping in leaf piles.

Josh Horan