Fall

It's the start of Fall. Things are going down and slowly fading out of life. Leaves turns brown and fall out. Trees are bare with their branches and twigs. Wind slowly blowing against my fragile skin yet I wasn't bothered.

Looking at it, fall is never the favorite of everyone but to me this is the most special season. There is tranquil behind its loneliness that I always find intriguing. The comfortable chills and dries tells you more than summer or winter could. I am happy to see this. At least I have lived life until now.

Remembering the vast field adorned with yellow, red, orange and brown colored leaves. The small swamp nearby with a few frogs and ducks. Then, I sat down to that one bench under a leave-less tree. Lounge and enjoy this magical scenery in front of me.

Slowly, I close my eyes. Inhaled the sweet woody scent of fall for the last time. At the age of 80, to die in fall and surround to its fantastic momentum was the best.

Now, I could peacefully rest along with fall.