A solitary stroll on a lone concrete pathway...
Wind howling through the trees, bringing the scent of fall to the air.
Slight chill on the breeze, the smell of burning leaves.
Memories of young life, waiting for the school bus to arrive.
Wrapping up in warm sweaters to combat biting winds.
Playing in piles of raked leaves.
Halloween.
My thoughts, as my favorite time of year has arrived.
The concrete path...my mind as I wander.
AEM - 1999
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