The Sun in Autumn Season

The sun had dyed everything gold in this magical autumn season. The greatness of pastel blue stretched out above me, the colour clear and full of life with clouds that rolled silently through the sky. The shimmer of the rising sun radiated onto the stillness of the sea, jetting bright colours of gold along the rippling waters. It was one of the most serene and stress free places I always found myself stuck in, my hiding place.

Silence covered this area like a warm blanket and the only sounds I could here were the crunching leaves beneath my dancing feet. The delicate leaves from the now naked trees were scattered all along the winding pathway making it a wonderfully colourful wonderland full of ruby reds, scorched-oranges and burnt browns. The leaves sat patiently waiting for me to pass by offering each one my foot to help them reach their crunching potential. Turning my head towards the backdrop of the forest on my right, I looked past the lifeless trees and caught a glimpse of sparkling light from a stream. Approaching the water, I noticed how transparent it was, so clear that I could see all the small dancing pebbles at the bottom of the waterbed. I saw shadow of scaly fish freely swimming silently, minding their own business. It was so peaceful here; I never want to leave this magical place.

While thinking about my hiding places true magnificence, all of a sudden the sun was harshly blocked by large grey muscular clouds. Small droplets of rain began to fall and hit the streams surface creating pitter-patter noises, completely destroying the peace. The droplets grew fatter and the air became cold and icy. The light breeze had gained more power from the clouds above as it tousled my hair and pinked my cheeks. I searched for shelter finding the best I could underneath a large towering tree. I sat up against the ripped brown bark of the trees stomach then snuggled more into my hood to keep myself blocked from the surrounding rain war and against the peace of my hiding place and the thunderous clouds. I was finally warm again while a waited like a caterpillar in a cocoon ready to break free.

As the rain began to surrender and fall asleep, the birds started to sing again and the gate of authoritative clouds began to disappear. It was like nature had comeback from hibernation thrilled to meet the beaming sun once again after a long time of waiting. Even in the still coldness of air, I remained in my relaxed hiding place, delighted that I was in this natural environment that I called home. Birds hovered above me as their raven black wings flapped against the struggle of the wind. The trees, in which luminescent gold sun rays cascaded and seeped through the lasting autumn leaves making it enigmatically beautiful, was filled with wood peckers tapping and frogs rabbiting like hiccups that never seemed to end.

I took a deep breath and sighed as the eaves whistled against the now sift sleepy wind. They were an enchanting orchestra. The sun held her hands above the forest moving her fingers gracefully like a pianist passionately playing their most prized possession. Whispers of wind danced through the trees, twirling through the round smooth gaps. Trickling like a small pitter-patter of steps, the now overflowing stream fell quickly but slowly. I could smell a hint of honey dancing mixed with the sweetness of vanilla that came from the flowerbed waving a peaceful goodbye at me as a gracefully rose to return home.