she sat by her window, watching the leaves change color
She did this for hours. She was mesmorized by their beauty, their ability to change. She loved when the wind blew and made them rustle and make noise.
She thought they were speaking to her then, in the wind, telling her to make her own way.
Through the blue window pane, the leaves almost looked red, purple at times.
She loved the view out her window. And she counted the days she had with the leaves, knowing that eventually they would leave and not return again for a long time.
And although she was used to this, it didn't make it any less hard to bear. .
BY SHELLY KAY~