It was the first week of September, and surprisingly, the weather was dreadful. The past summer’s sun had melted far behind, making way for the fall’s cold chills followed by winter’s snowy skies to take its place. The old Maple trees were showing the first signs of fall as well, their large leaves were fading into every color of a sunset on the edges of their wide, sturdy branches. When fall first emerged from the Earth it would slouch down just beside the warm footprints of summer. It was almost as if fall was placed high up on a pedestal, a pedestal that decided what the future would hold for the following winter, and possibly even for the spring to come.
Author notes
I know it's short, but it's the opening to my novel.
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great!...but
When fall first emerged from the Earth it would slouch down just beside the warm footprints of summer. It was almost as if fall was placed high up on a pedestal, a pedestal that decided what the future would hold for the following winter, and possibly even for the spring to come.
Maybe I'm a little dim, but I don't know what this means. how would fall slouch down beside the warm footprints of summer and how would that be like putting fall on a pedestal?
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