It was a Sunday

It was just a casual stroll in the park.
My kind of casual.
I was dressed a little too normal, like others. But, considering its a Sunday. I shall accept my dressing.
I walked and trampled, softly on top of the autumn leaves. The multiple shades of brown fading from each crisp.
Leaves, that's all.
The wind whistled to charm and flirt with all the trees in my perimeter. The flowers flowing with grace and style; a typical dance. The birds sang their thoughts, for the day.
This day

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