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[yoyoma28601]

So I was walking down the street of Old Salem; past the quacking children and mother gooses. I got to the part of the street lined with fall-changed trees, and silence overcame me. A wind started to blow, and as I continued my path home the leaves began to fall as a summer rain. They covered me in a maelstrom of color and my being was overcome as the smell of impending precipitation soaked my senses and the brightness blinded me. A voice seemed to whisper that everything was going to be ok, if I take care of myself God will take care of the rest. For the first time in my life, I relaxed and took faith in that voice that things were going to work out in the end. I gave my concience over to the faith as the rain started to pour and the leaves continued to fall.

Then a branch fell on me.

I lost focus, rubbed my head, checked for spectators, sighed, and continued home.