Post #2: Free-styled Writing
Listening to the cars go by, I quietly admire all the leaves. Autumn, the season of pumpkin spice and sweaters, is the season of change. Humidity in the air. I see some droplets on the leaves. In each drop, I can see my own reflection. I remember drinking fresh milk in France many years ago. Biting into strawberries only to get the seeds stuck in my teeth. Pulling the loose threads of my skirt. Touching the different textures of the wall. Laughing in class, because of truth or dare. Questioning myself if I were a boring person. The wind breezes by.