The leaves are now blowing so must faster around her… the wind blew her hair about… she tried to stay huddled and close to herself… afraid she’d want to drift away with them… afraid of where it may take her this time… it was so inviting… the cool air and the scent of crispness… this sense of carpe diem that was in the air… no no… it can take her nowhere good… oh… but just for a little longer… just take me there…
She stood her ground… and her mind took her to all the places she had experienced… the people she had walked away from… the memories that drifted in and out of her mind… she searched her mind for a constant… there were none… she followed a leaf… and loved the way its rich brown and red fell close to her… the beautiful twist its body had… its pronounced veins… so delicate to the touch… and it crumbled right in her hands…
That’s the thing she hated about memories… they could crumble so gently but never could you blow them away…the little pieces had a way of spreading deeper and then developed the annoying habit of emerging to the surface at the most inappropriate times….