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i love the fall. it's so pretty. the wind blowing through the trees, sifting out the leaves.
it's like confetti. the ground looks like nature just had a party.
i love the way street light reflects off the trees. the orange light and the so many shades of green and orange and yellow. i think that was what i liked most about the bench near the old school house in mt. pleasant. the way the orange light hit the willow tree. the breeze tossing about leaves. the night sky above with it's stars and no suprises.
that is one thing i don't like in chicago. no matter where i go i never really feel alone. you can't just sit on a bench and expect not to run into someone. but there are plenty of other things to like.
it's like confetti. the ground looks like nature just had a party.
i love the way street light reflects off the trees. the orange light and the so many shades of green and orange and yellow. i think that was what i liked most about the bench near the old school house in mt. pleasant. the way the orange light hit the willow tree. the breeze tossing about leaves. the night sky above with it's stars and no suprises.
that is one thing i don't like in chicago. no matter where i go i never really feel alone. you can't just sit on a bench and expect not to run into someone. but there are plenty of other things to like.