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Wrote about autumn in spring.

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š“š”šž š‡ššš„š„šØš°šžšžš§ šššš«š­š² š˜—š˜¢š˜³š˜µ š˜–š˜Æš˜¦ š˜°š˜§ š˜›š˜øš˜°

It was that time of the year when I loved taking a stroll through the park. The time when the skies weren't alone as the branches of the dark trees stretched as far as they could. It was the time when everything was glossed in volcanic hues.

Leaves that were once green, now orange, red, and yellow, like the fireworks on a festive night. They tumble lightly on the sidewalks, providing a melody of footsteps.

The lake looked like a melted puddle of the Sun. It swirled and bubbled, rippling with the gust of the wind. The soil was sheltered with the fallen leaves, yet it was moist and sprouted green.

Flowers made their way up to see the world, only to be silenced with the soles of our feet. Once again, they remained to be unknown.

The sky darkened, but the mood uplifted.

Pumpkins were kept to toast in the evening light, with faces of different smiles carved on them. š˜žš˜¦š˜³š˜¦ š˜µš˜©š˜¦š˜ŗ š˜©š˜¢š˜³š˜·š˜¦š˜“š˜µš˜¦š˜„ š˜§š˜³š˜°š˜® š˜°š˜¶š˜³ š˜­š˜¢š˜Æš˜„, š˜Æš˜°š˜µ š˜µš˜° š˜£š˜¦ š˜¦š˜¢š˜µš˜¦š˜Æ š˜£š˜¶š˜µ š˜µš˜° š˜£š˜¦ š˜¢š˜Æ š˜°š˜£š˜«š˜¦š˜¤š˜µ š˜¶š˜Æš˜µš˜Ŗš˜­ š˜µš˜©š˜¦š˜ŗ š˜³š˜°š˜µ š˜¢š˜øš˜¢š˜ŗ? I ask myself.

They were nothing more than pleasure and contempt for our eyes and mind. For š˜µš˜³š˜¢š˜„š˜Ŗš˜µš˜Ŗš˜°š˜Æ. It was a habit, that we needed to create because unless we did so, it was not a fest of Halloween.

Cobwebs that looked leathery were placed instead of the real ones. Lanterns of burning light that lit the path for the trick or treaters were placed in every corner. The air was meant to be quiet, still, and haunted, but it was one filled with laughter and shouts of joy from children.

Running around like little fools, they were, collecting sweets which savored in their mouths. It brought a sparkle in their wide eyes, so none of the adults said much. The wind was consistent and blowing about.

The tall, dark trees from this morning had shed all their leaves and were now bare and rough.

A few screams from children echoed around the neighborhood and all the eyes turned towards it. A cat hissed at a group of kids and was chasing them. Those kids managed to get away safely, but the cat kept hissing.

It is afraid of your costumes, and thinks you are a danger, said one of the adults. They went about trick or treating again. Teenagers had dressed up for a party too but were lost because they couldn't find the house of the party. š˜ˆš˜³š˜¦ š˜ŗš˜°š˜¶ š˜­š˜°š˜“š˜µ? Asked I.

š˜ š˜¦š˜“, š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜¢š˜„š˜„š˜³š˜¦š˜“š˜“ š˜“š˜¢š˜ŗš˜“ š˜Ŗš˜µ'š˜“ š˜©š˜¦š˜³š˜¦, š˜£š˜¶š˜µ š˜øš˜¦ š˜„š˜°š˜Æ'š˜µ š˜“š˜¦š˜¦ š˜Ŗš˜µ š˜¢š˜Æš˜ŗš˜øš˜©š˜¦š˜³š˜¦, they replied. A group of girls and boys of fifteen they were. I looked at the invitation they had given me. It was scribbled with dark ink and a rough pen.

š€ š‡ššš„š„šØš°šžšžš§ šššš«š­š² š€š­ šŸšŸŽ š©š¦, š¢š§ š­š”šž š‡š®šž šŽšŸ š’š”ššššØš° š¬š­š«šžšžš­. ššž š­š”šžš«šž, šŸšØš« š­š”ššš­ š°š¢š„š„ š›šž š­š”šž š›šžš¬š­ š©ššš«š­š² šØšŸ š²šØš®š« š„š¢šŸšž. š‚šžš„šžš›š«ššš­šž. Interesting. š˜š˜µ š˜øš˜Ŗš˜­š˜­ š˜£š˜¦ š˜µš˜¦š˜Æ š˜“š˜°š˜°š˜Æ, š˜øš˜¢š˜Ŗš˜µ š˜©š˜¦š˜³š˜¦. š˜”š˜¢š˜ŗš˜£š˜¦ š˜Ŗš˜µ'š˜“ š˜¢ š˜“š˜¶š˜³š˜±š˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦, I reassured them.

Walking around the cemented path, dancing shadows of the decoratives and the people. The night was not young anymore, the full moon had risen and was awaiting for each to switch their lights off and succumb to their sleep, so it can glow in the dark alone.

Yet, nobody did.

Perhaps because it was late, the clouds had clouded over the moon. It became quite dark, even with the lanterns everywhere.

Somebody tripped and landed with a thud on the ground, and at the same time, every lantern -š˜øš˜©š˜Ŗš˜¤š˜© š˜ š˜Æš˜°š˜ø š˜³š˜¦š˜¢š˜­š˜Ŗš˜»š˜¦š˜„ š˜øš˜¢š˜“ š˜£š˜¶š˜³š˜Æš˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø š˜Æš˜°š˜µ š˜øš˜Ŗš˜µš˜© š˜¢ š˜§š˜­š˜¢š˜®š˜¦, š˜£š˜¶š˜µ š˜øš˜Ŗš˜µš˜© š˜¦š˜­š˜¦š˜¤š˜µš˜³š˜Ŗš˜¤š˜Ŗš˜µš˜ŗ- š™¬š™šš™£š™© š™¤š™Ŗš™©

It was dark now. The fear trickled through the blood and made its way to their hearts, making it pound for all. Bangs of the sagging skins of a drum and chimes of a bell sounded and pierced the air...

--- to be continued---

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