Rainy Day Reads

2) Fall

I feel the cool glass against my face. I wipe off the fog from the window that my breath has created. I look up through my bare lashes and gaze out my window.

It is still. No wind, no people. Just a stillness of the bare trees and fallen leaves.

Besides the isolation of the spotted brown and green grass, you can only see the cars in the distance. The only sound that infiltrates my ears is the hum from the busy streets.

It's at that point in the day when the sky isn't quite dark yet but its a milky blue that fades into a soft pink.

If only I had wings, I could soar through the cotton candy sky. And sleep on the fluffy clouds. But I do not have wings.

I watch a flock of birds soar through the sky heading south, the cool fall air becoming too unbearable for them. I envy you birds, you can fly. Fly to wherever your heart desires no worries only freedom.

I look at the leaves laying lifelessly on the ground. It is a dreadful site really. There is no life. All the colorful leaves have turned brown, and everything seems to have had the life sucked out of it.

This is very saddening. As a look at my reflection in the window I see myself but only a shell. It appears the life has been sucked out of me as well.

I feel stuck. I crave the light that usually fills me but on the other hand I am not quite ready for it. There is no longer a cotton candy sky. Just a deep chilling blue one.

I feel a slight pain. Then a taste I can't really identify what disturbs my taste buds. I realize I have been biting my lip this entire time and it is bleeding. As the drops of blood trickle onto my tongue, I remember. I am not a shell, I am alive.

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