That perfect shade of autumn blue sky turning to the cloudy fall slate grey. The green of summer leaves becoming the fall red, yellow, and orange, then fading to brown. The distant roar of the wind in barren trees becoming the skeletal scratching and rattle of the dead crisp brown leaves.The honking of a goose then two then the cacophony of twenty then the silence that come when they abruptly leave.
I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it and if you can leave a comment.
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