Seasons Changing

Seasons Changing


Seasons Changing

The time of the year is mid september. 

I smell the breeze of the cool crisp air. 

I feel the warm sun beaming down on top of my hair.

I hear the sound of leaves swaying back and forth from the light breeze. 

The trees stand tall, hovering over the algae filled pond.

I sit on the pavement ground that is slightly warmed by the sun overhead.

I see dozens of tiny ants crawling through the cracks of the bumpy pavement.

I see the imprints on my hands from the scratchy rough pavement.

I can see the shadow following my hand around covering each word I write as I realize how peaceful and calming nature is.