by Raynie

Created on: November 14, 2008   Last Updated: November 20, 2008

She stepped onto the porch and took a deep breath of crisp air as she looked out toward the mountains and watched the colorful tree tops dance with the wind. It was Autumn, her favorite time of the year. Stepping off the porch she began to walk the path to the bus stop to pick up her daughter. The sky was blue, the breeze was soft, and the leaves were floating from the trees, she got lost in it. She could imagine herself gliding softly down on each and every one that fell. A slight turn past the still quiet elementary school. In her mind she could picture the halls, the class rooms, the teachers, and the students. Just a few years ago her children were among them. They played on that small playground that, to them at the time, was so big. She watched as their worlds grew smaller and began to close them up into their own. How she hated letting go, but she did so with confidence and pride in what they were becoming, and were dreaming to someday become. Off in the distance she could hear the water spouts, see them as they sprang up and fell back into the pond. The slight croaking for rain caused her to glance upward, not a cloud to be seen. The geese from the park near by flew over head, their wings stretched out gracefully against a blue sky. The squirrels were scurring around the trees, up and down. Their cheeks packed full, gathering their winter stores. Their nests clearly visible now, that the trees were so eagerly giving up their leaves. Closing her eyes she could see her sons tip toeing to throw their line across that fence and into the pond. She could hear their excited yell as they pulled in their prize. She replayed little legs running as fast as they could in an attempt to capture a squirrel. The look of amazement that crossed her daughters face when the sun would shine through the water spouts casting a rainbow, and how from that moment on there was rainbow water in that pond. The park was such a magical place.

Just ahead the breeze picked up a pile of leaves in a whirl wind and brought them straight to her. She felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her and couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. The whirl wind enveloped her in a kaleidescope of colors the leaves caressed her face and the wind raked it's fingers through her hair and kissed her neck like a long lost lover. Around the corner the bus stop came into view, the hum of traffic zooming up and down the four lane highway and the squeek of breaks as the bus came to a stop.

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