The cold rain kisses my skin through my cardigan. The air is chilled and full of magic.
The sky is grey.
Leafs on the trees float to the ground in the colors of fall. Reflecting stained glass. The ever greens a contrast to their bright colors.
The clouds are grey.
Apples bright and crisp, pumpkins plump and round, a feeling in the air of magic and joy. Rain continues to trickle in its soft melodic tune.
The sky is grey.
-Wynter . L.
