Today is the first day of autumn this year, the first time I’m aware of it, stepping through the leaves before me with every step followed by a rustle .
A beautiful day with bright leaves through chromatic sunshine. I stopped my walk and I asked myself how I missed all this until now, I seemed to have missed the transition.
I forget about the ice cream I hold in my hand and I look at the trunks and their sacred aura. I don’t remember how long I stood there but the leaves started to fall off slower , seemingly delaying going down, spinning playful instead as if listening to some Dead Flowers Waltz.
In the afternoon I came and sat by the window staring at the old walnut tree in front of me, asking myself why there are still some green leaves left?
It gets darker now and so many windows look bleak and blurry around me. How many empty stares looking for someone that never showed up traced the imaginary heart shapes on every pane?
The street ahead of me is deserted, only an old man bending his head from time to time, as if a phantom flying among the leaves is shaking the golden foliage off the branches.
My painted version of the day will have a bouquet of leaves in one hand waltzing under the copper sun scarcely flowing among pairs of trunks and crowns, in a palace of gold.
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lovely, as always