incandescent

autumn.

Colors dance across the trees, gracing them with hues of reds and yellows.
A crisp breeze flows through the air, carrying the dyed leaves with it.

The air smells of fall: a lovely, delicate scent.
The taste of pumpkin is prominent on a cool autumn afternoon, and a lit candle and book accompany it.

Trees whisper lullabies as they sway in the wind, and the bells of children's laughter echo from the distance.
These wonderful sounds are a breath of fresh air.

I take the sights and sounds and tuck them away to look at when the trees are bare and snow flutters to the ground.

Until then, I will sit and admire the warm-toned colors splashed across the horizon.

- blue