Blazing Autumn

Laughter. I can hear laughter. Why? So sweet to my ears, not harsh or corse. Why can I hear it?

 Gently a breeze teases the leaves, copper spirals down. Autumn. It always comes back to Autumn. I suppose, it's because that month meant so much, to us.  Iremember playing with my friend. Chasing each other, beneath the falling leaves. Our red rain. Shadows flicker, dancing madly; light filtering through the tangle of branches. A soft carpet, crunches beneath our feet. A twig snaps. Trees block out the sun...

I lose sight of her. I stop, twisting, spinning crazily, before falling to earth. With a bump. I sniffle, holding back tears with determination. Then my friend is there. Smiling; my fears fall away, everything appears alright again. Our peace, in a world of growing violence. Our time of unfractured innocence.

 But as always, things end, time passes... Our world went up in a cloud of smoke and orange light. We stood and watched, side by side. Staring with glassy eyes., in the cold evening. Our breath coming in puffy, white steam. Without knowing it, we saw our childhood end. The following winter was the strikes. Many riots went along with it; whole communities were ripped apart. We floated away... so slowly, we didn't see it. Sometimes I wonder, if we had, what we would have done. My friend grew up, wore fashionable clothes, dated. I stayed the same. I watched the Harvrst moon wane alone. Remembering that as kids we'd sit on the hill together, toasting marshmellows. I miss those times. Our innocence. Our friendship.

But I will not regret, I promised I wouldn't. It's useless to mourn, it will not bring back what is lost. I will look back and be greatfull. Greatfull for our companionship, for never having to be alone. I will always remember our Autumn. Our blazing Autumn...