Autumn

Bright is the sun through the autumn canopy,Bearing radiance down upon me.

Wind sweeps through the meadow, blowing the first fallen leaves to and fro, a tornado of soft orange and red.

All is quiet, save for the hushed sounds of life in the woods. Birds making their calls, and echoing their responses; critters rustling through the underbrush, and the soft swaying of the branches, a chorus of their leaves meeting.

I find joy in the quiet, peace in the stillness of the forest compared to the hustle and bustle and noise of the city.

I feel home.