Fall Road

I love the fall. One wonders where this road leads and what is around the corner.

In fall, the wind whistles through the trees like a ghost locomotive barrelling down the track in the early morning. The leaves begin to vibrate excitedly as the wind whistles through.

You can hear the excitement as the leaves rattle excitedly like small dry wind chimes.

Other leaves, tired from the exertion, give up and finally fall from the trees drifting lazily to the ground.

It is a special time.