The wind was blowing my hair softly through the cold autumn mornings. I write in my notebook about my life in these stories. I see people driving by me as i write this. Its quiet and calming like a spring afternoon. People pass by me with their coffe and breakfast food and on their way to work or college. The cold is nice through the bright day as it goes by, its morning turning to noon by the minute. I must be heading back to my home where its nice a warm from the cold crisp outside world that I live in.
