1 The autumn breeze tousled her hair and pinked her cheeks. The warmth that had been in the wind just last week had either evaporated into the sky or leached into the earth.
2 The leaves had almost all fallen off, creating a sea of fiery colors that crunched beneath our feet. The bare skeletons of the trees shivered in the crisp, autumn breeze and a few dried up leaves rolled across the walkway like tumbleweeds.
3 Autumn s hand was lying heavy on the hillsides. Crisp golden leaves lay like a blanket on the forest floor. Startled birds shot from the empty branches like a bullet, as twigs snapped and leaves crunched under my feet. The sun hung low in the sky, it s rays shining through the last few hanging leaves, illuminating the auburn, yellow and orange veins that ran through them.
4 Falling leaves fluttered down in the cool mid-autumn air, biding farewell to sweet summer and beckon the autumn in.
5 I remember the country, the country as it was, the wind dancing with the first autumn leaves, painted in all kinds of beautiful reds and oranges. I remember the vibrant world, the morning light peeking through my window, the world unfolding in vivid colors, truly alive.
6 The leaves crunched beneath my feet as I strolled down the street. Occasionally, one would fall past me, lightly swaying as the air gently carried it to the ground. The air was crisp, the kind of cold that made you feel alive when you breathed it in.