I stop to gaze up,
as a storm of leaves uncontrollably dance around me.
I was once also carried by the wind.
My skin tightens white at the chills of Fall.
It's an unthinkable wonderland afterall.
With red, and orange, and browns bleeding into the tree surrounding me,
I can take a fresh breath.
It's almost time for all to end -
and be ended with beauty.
To a scenic melody exhistence,
I calmly indulge in the peacefulness.
Hello, sweet October.
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