Leaves | Celeste Johnson

It was chilly, the breeze blowing steadily.
The gorgeous trees shedding their red and orange and yellow leaves; blanketing across grass, walkways, cars.
Taking mental pictures with my eyes, I tried to take in as much as I could.
One particular place snatched away my adult thoughts and took me back; back to when I was younger and carefree.
I wanted to frolic in the blanket of leaves, scooping them up, and tossing them overhead like a leaf rainstorm.
I could smell the leaves, feel the leaves, hear them crunching beneath my feet.
All rationale was almost stole from me as I inched closer and closer to the leaves beckoning me to join in with their dance.
Walking across the campus, I became full of emotions - emotions long forgotten.