River

October 8, 2024

The shadow of the branches swung back and forth as the branches bobbed in the wind. A symphony of leaves clattering together filled the air. Fragrant decay filled my nostrils and I breathed in deep, in attempt to soak up as much as the season as I could. The river had always been my home. The soft babbling as it rushed over the rocks and the soft hum of the frogs it housed, was the song of my childhood. Four walls and a roof could never feel like home the way this riverbed did.