Changes in the Fall

It was a quiet fall afternoon in Boston. The streets were full of local families stumbling to the nearby restaurants after Sunday service. The air had been chillier today than it had been for the past month. More and more leaves begun to fall onto the cobblestone streets while the remaining few continued to change in colors. Before I knew it, the dress code had changed from sundresses and opened toed shoes to thick cardigans and boots. A lot had changed in this transition from summer to autumn and it seemed to me that even the plants couldn’t keep up with the rush of it all. Its utter unnaturalness was causing more loss on the leaves than ever before. That morning she walked to enjoy her morning coffee in a nearby park for a change of scenery. She sat along the bleachers and watched the various amounts of people who were walking by. Her eyes rested on this one magnificent tree whose leaves had all turned yellow. It reminded her of the cherry blossom trees she had seen last spring in Washington dc. That time brought back some of her happiest memories, but all the dreams she had harnessed in that time have now seemed to have slipped beyond her reach. The future was now unprecedented and even focusing on the next step felt like stepping into an abyss.