Early Fall Evening

The chilly and crisp air shivers me down to the bone as soon as I step out of the warm comforts of my home. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight and my back becomes stiff.

Smoke of chimneys and campfires surround me and burn my nose. As I look up, the almost full moon shines like a flashlight pointed right at me. I walk onto the front lawn and lifeless leaves crumble underneath my boots.

I notice the shy sun from the west setting early for the night. Golden rays touch the tops of trees. I sit on top of a cold stone that freezes me from the bottom up. The trees lose their vibrant green and yellow colors and turn to a black abyss of tall standing structures.

My once warm hands become white and stiff from the night weather. Stars begin to pierce through the almost pitch-black sky behind smoky dark clouds. My sense of smell is stolen from me when frosty air enters my lungs.

Cars pass under orange and yellow street lights, which eventually become the only thing illuminating the frigid and gloomy world as I make my way back indoors.