The setting sun's golden rays filtered through the autumn leaves. Small pools of warmth dotted the ground, a contrast to the chilly breeze that shook the colorful leaves from their branches.
She stood alone on the pathway watching as they drifted down to the ground. This was her favorite time of the year, where she felt at peace.
He once said that she reminded him of an autumn evening.
Everyone believed it was because she was bright and warm just like the sun shining through the different hues of the fall leaves; They soon realized that it was so much more than that.
No one realized until it was too late. That is, no one but him. Too bad he wasn't there to catch her when she fell, or maybe it was because he wasn't there that pushed her off the edge.
At a glance people see the beauty in the autumnal season, they see the radiant colors of red, orange and yellow decorate the world around them. They bundle up in warm fluffy jackets and scarves.
They feel the warmth of the sun balancing out the cool breeze that makes the leaves dance In front of them; leaving them energized and happy.
What they fail to realize is that this season, although beautiful, also holds death. The pretty falling leaves are drying up and dying.
The warm sun is being overtaken by the breeze that grows colder and colder with each passing day that grows shorter and shorter,
leaving our world cloaked in darkness more often than filled with the brightness of the sun. The flowers wither into nothing and the branches are left bare.
All the life is sucked out of everything leaving a stillness that grips the world tightly.
She was an autumn evening, her colorful beauty slowly fading away, leaving her cold and bare. No one noticed until she fell, No one but him.
Small dots of white drifted from the sky, dancing with the falling leaves. Her breath billowed out in a soft white cloud as she heard the sound of crunching leaves under someone's feet.
Her eyes shifted from the branch's above to land on a solitary figure in front of her. A blue fur lined parka and a black umbrella. She smiled as a tear slid down her cheek.
She was an Autumn evening and He was a Winter morning.