Nano 9 – Autumn

The leaves were a cacophony of color overhead, trumpeting in the changing season. The sunlight streamed through the thin leaves, painting the world in the same bright hues and making the fleeting light all the brighter, as if to amend for its brevity, it wanted to leave a lasting impression.

This late in the day, the chill from the night had been banished, warmed by the sun, and from her position beneath the canopy of color, the temperature was almost comfortable. Her breath no longer formed clouds over her face, leaving her to gaze up unblinkingly into the autumn foliage.