Apr 14, 2007 11:13
This journal was written on 10-20-06
Fall. You can tell its there when the sky seems to become a clean blue color and the wind comes with a crisper touch. The leaves go from a gleaming green to golden reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. Thanksgiving is what I always think of as the symbol of fall with its represnting colors the same as the leaves. With fall I think of jumping in golden piles of leaves that took an afternoon of labor and laughs to create and be destroyed by a few laughing people. Another thing fall makes me think of is the biggest most important competition in the marching band season; West Alamance in North Carolina, which is this weekend but that is entirely a different journal entry [that is passed long ago]
The cool days and chill nights of fall are beautiful but truly the most beautiful thing isnt really a sight its being with someone as you rake leaves or sit on a porch swing watching fall encase you in in its awaiting arms to show you something forgotten. Fall is the time of year to walk a path in the forest to look at every trees multicolored leaves. Let fall show you what it can truly do. Autumn is the pecial time of year to see that no two trees leaves are the same like no two people are the same. When you go outside today take a minute to look at how wonderful fall really is.