Autumn

The breeze gently push some dark strands back into her face. As she brushed her hair back, her fingers traced over her chilled, pink cheeks. Clair's steps were relaxed but steady, so she could take in the season. Occasionally she would look up to see the waves of colors above her head. Green was not obvious any longer, taken over by the gentle yellows and oranges in the tree tops. Every once in a while, an spinning orange or golden leaf would pirouette around her, including her in the Autumn dance, stopping her walk long enough to watch the leaf finish at it's destination.

The leaves made a beautiful crunch sound under her soft boots as she followed the trail. The discarded foliage lined the trail, with a few leaves trying out their boating skills on the small puddles that dotted the dirt path. She slowly approached the clearing. Pausing before she quietly step in, the moment unfolded in slow motion.

The wind held it's breath as she made her way to the very center of the clearing. The short green grass was damp with dew, she left a foot print trail as she walked. She stopped and held out her arms, as if to start the orchestra on the first movement, and as she started slowly turning, the wind started again.

Down rained the yellow and golden leaves, swirling in the air as one. Moving together, set to silent ballet. They enveloped her completely until she was gone from sight. She giggled audibly, the only sound beside the rustling of the leaves. The leaves suddenly fell to the ground, covering the green ground and she was gone.