An Embodiment of Autumn.
I watch the girls go by with their pumpkin spice lattes.
I watch the brown and yellow and red leaves dance in the wind, descending towards the ground.
I watch as they are crushed bit by bit, and become wet tinder.
I watch as all the autumn-colored leaves are swept into garbage bags.
A sigh. A sip of hot cocoa. A deep breath. A breath of fall.