The Wind of Autumn

 

As I step out to the wonders of the world, the wind of Autumn greets me, gently caressing my face like with a blush brush, brushing specks of dust lightly.  Walking a few blocks, I felt the wind of Autumn intensify, playing with my hair and moving it across my face.   I pulled my hair back, struggling with the wind as it was determined to style it across my face like a hairdresser.  In the middle of this nature styling, a crisp brown leaf landed, pinned on my head to adorn my natural hairstyle, and more navigating with the wind stamped my coat.  The brown leaves matched quite well with my yellow and brown scarf.  As I paraded down the street, it was like nature was designing a new look for me.

 

By Cristina Infante