Now I'm looking out the window, still hearing the faint sounds of Lennon's soothing voice behind me. As i gaze upon the crisp autumn day, it brings back memories. It has always been my favorite season. I remember how captivating it was, back when i used to view the world with such innocent eyes. I would look out the half cracked window in the backseat of the car, while driving down the open dirt road, on the way to my grandparents house. All i could think about was how the trees looked like fire and the grass looked like gold. My eyes would be glued to that window in hopes to see a doe and her fawn roaming through the grass. Then once we arrive, i would form a pile of leaves and jump throughout them. I sort of want to do that again, the leaves thing. Just be free and play like a used to.
In a few weeks, i might be going to one of my favorite places. The cider mill, i know this sounds a bit childish. But, its the one place that catches the true essence of autumn. We take strolls down the path that is colored with orange, yellow and red, due to the fallen leaves. To the right is a little river. Where you can see leaves floating so freely, when i was younger i thought of them as boats for the little bugs to ride on. Then, when you're feeling a bit chilly. You walk into the little shop thats filled with the aromas of cinnamon and apples. You get a nice fresh cup of cider and a warm cinnamon donut and reminisce about the amazing day you had and past visits.
