as i imagine it...

we walk down an old dirt road, lined on either side by an old wooden fence, a fence that is falling apart in some places, and covered with soft green moss, probably as old as the dirt road. behind the fence are fields, with big oak trees. the grass is green on either side of the road, which stands out in contrast to the bright red, orange, and yellow leaves that are falling. the road is mostly covered with fallen leaves, and the trees are brilliantly colored, it is a beautiful fall day.

we walk close to each other, close enough to hold hands, and even though we dont when we swing our arms our fingers brush each other. a gentle reminder of our nearness as we travel down the lane. it is cool enough for a sweater and scarf, and in my case coat, because i get cold very easily.

you tell me a funny story, and i laugh. your voice and closeness makes me want to throw my head back in laughter, and skip down the lane, but i am keep my joy inside, just giggling, warming myself with the thought of you, because i am almost always cold. when i laugh, i can see my breath in the air. fall is in full swing. i love the fall.

you finish the story and it is silent, the only noise to be heard is that of the leaves crunching beneath our feet and the few remaining birds talking to each other in the twilight of the evening, our footprints echo down between the trees, crisp and clear in the cool air of the evening. i realize in my dream state that this time is one of the only times i can tolerate people dragging their feet, because i like to hear the sound of the leaves crunching.

i imagine what we look like from behind, a boy and a girl walking down the lane, close but not quite touching, kicking up the leaves, white puffs from our breath rising into the trees.

it is autumn, and i, like the leaves, am falling.

come walk with me through autumn leaves down an old dirt road.