I watch the sun set; the summer breeze turning cool, the leaves changing and blowing in the wind. The trees' branches play shadows on the ground.
My eyes linger to the sky, to emptiness. A throb in my chest and a lump in my throat appear, reminding me of the silence. Tears prick my eyes and I swallow hard, putting my feelings behind bars. I let the wind cool my face, erasing my emotions.
Leaves scatter across the sidewalk, I watch them: some orange, yellow, even green.
Changing. . .
nothing is set in stone.
Everything changes, even people. Only memories keep their old-self alive.
A green leaf flipped over from the slight breeze, gold taking over. I guess change is good sometimes...
My eyes linger to the sky, to everything.
