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She was Fall

She was the season Autumn. Every vibrant, defined shade. The breeze that sent the leaves dancing. She was the scarf wrapped around your neck. She was the blazing that set every tree on fire. The evergreens that held their ground. The leaves falling from grace, the trickles of the brook that got your shoes wet. She was the spirit splashing from puddle to puddle and smiling at your reflection beside her. The aroma of the ripened fruit, the pies, the laughter of family and friends. The laborious work in preparation for Winter and the child-like intensity of being carefree, destined only to play in the leaves. She was your lover walking through the park with you. The student enjoying the crisp air, an artist dying to paint. She was the grey sky that spanned above you, keeping your eyes on a limited plane.

That cat sitting in front of your fire? That’s her. The soft pittering of the rain outside your window, breaking you from your thoughts. She is the deep jacket you slip on for a night in the city, the anticipation for snow, the water that tickles your feet as it seeps into your socks, the lightning outside your window.  She is the child silently waiting at the window for whatever the last passerby can only imagine.

She is the red as deep, dark, and bright as the leaves. The lingering smell of the rain on your mind.