Autumn leaves and the journey within
She sat there quietly under the autumn sun as the leaves rolled through the dark tar of the road. The crunching of the dried leaves, as they embraced the wind to discover their own veins, unravelled the mood. She stood up. She started to walk. First slowly, noisily crushing the leaves below. Then she ran, like she had never ran before. She just didn’t want to let go of this opportunity. She met who she was waiting for.