The sun has risen upon a cool, quiet morning. Ancient trees arch overhead, their roots bulging out of the ground as if the earth isn’t enough to contain them. Their branches have almost finished shedding for the season, leaving behind a wet, papery blanket that clings to your feet as you shuffle along the path.
The smell of damp soil and decaying leaves tickles your nose, forcing your still-sleepy senses to awaken. Through the mist, your destination gradually comes into focus, and with it your mind does as well. The sight of the twisted iron gate brings on a rush of emotion. At least you’re not alone–someone else ahead of you on the path is making the journey with you. What awaits you on the other side?
"Automne" by PE Travers