A Walk in the Autumn Woods

theautumnleavesarechangingcolorsveryfastturningfrombrightgreentodeepredandgoldenyellowthewindisgettingcoldereverydayanditmakesthedryleavesfallfromthebranchescoveringthegroundlikeathicknoisyblanketwalkingthroughthewoodsicanhearthecrunchoftheleavesundermyheavybootsitisawonderfulsoundthatremindsmeofplayingoutsidewheniwasalittlechildtheairsmellslikewoodsmokeanddryearthmakingmynosefeelcoldbutmylungsfeelverycleansquirrelsarerunningeverywheregrabbingheavybrownnutsandhidingthemdeepinthedirttosaveforthelongwinterwhenthesnowcomeswewalkalongthenarrowdirtpathlookingatthetallbaretreesreachingupintothepalegreyskyasmallstreamflowsgentlyoversmoothrocksthewaterlooksfreezingcoldbutitiscrystalclearyoucanseetinyfishrestingnearthebottomtryingtostaywarmhidingundertheshadowsofthebankitissoquiethereawayfromtheloudnoisesofthebusyroadsandhonkingcarssometimesitisimportanttojustwalkawayfromeverythingandspendanhourlookingatnaturetoletyourmindresteventuallywefindalargeflatrocknearthewaterandsitdowntodrinksomehotappleciderfromasilverthermosthesweetwarmdrinkmakesmyhandsandstomachfeelniceandcozywestaythereforalongtimewatchingasolitaryhawkflyinghighabovethetreesridingthecoldwindcurrentsinwidecirclesasthesunbeginstosetthetemperaturedropsquicklyandtheskyturnsabeautifulshadeofvioletwedecidetostartwalkingbacktothewarmhousedreamingabouteatingabigbowlofhotsoupandsittingbythecracklingfireplaceautumnismyfavoriteseasonbecausetheworldslowsdownandgetsreadytosleepbeforethefreezingwinterarrivestypingthismakesmewanttoputonathickwoolsweaterandgobackoutsidetowatchtheleavesfallcatchingthemintheairbeforetheyeventouchthegrounditisasimplegamebutitbringsalotofjoythemoreitypethemoreicanpicturetheforestinmyheadmyfingersmovefastacrossthekeysjustlikethewindblowingthroughthebranchesfindingasteadyrhythmisthekeytotypingwellandthisquietstoryhelpsmefocuscompletelyonthewordswithoutgettingdistractedbymistakesorerrorspracticingeverydaywillmakemefasterandmoreaccurateuntilmyhandsflyacrosstheboardjustlikethatsolitaryhawkintheautumnsky