Autumn

The leaves are awash in color. Brisk air rushes in the door as I hold his little hand in mine while we walk to the bus stop. I look down at the little boy that, blissfully, is still young enough to not be embarrassed to hold his mom's hand. Leaves crunch underfoot, dotting the grey pavement in bursts of color, demanding my attention. The scents of fires burning and the earthy undertone of leaves tickle my nose. Autumn insists that we press pause, look around, and appreciate the brief, beautiful things surrounding us.