Sense Of You

December 28, 2018

The air is bright and cold; an instant shock as I step outside.

The smell of the leaves is overwhelming as they press against each other and melt into the earth. Someone is smoking near by; filling the air with sweet clouds.

There is very little light filling the late November sky; giving the world a sleepy glow.

A ruffle of leaves sounds behind me as the last few that are clinging to the branches give up on their fight and float to their friends.

This is when I remember you.