It’s beginning to grow colder, but in the best way possible.
Observing the environment in its slight blue hue,
I inhale through my nose.
There must be a cookout somewhere.
The smell of food is faint, but enough for me to wonder what they’re cooking.
Past the music playing in my ears,
Birds chirp in the distance,
Cars zoom up the street,
And trees shake their leaves around me.
They’re beginning to turn yellow now,
In comparison to only a week ago where the trees were green and full.
As the days go by, less and less leaves are on the trees.
Now they’re strolling on the sidewalk,
Tangled in the grass,
Loafing in the street,
Peering over from the roof of houses,
And resting on stationary cars.
Everywhere except where they used to be in the summer.
Normally change makes me anxious,
Yet, this change has always made me feel calm.
It’s refreshing and peaceful…
But seriously, who’s cooking?