The Gathering Place
Shervon Arneau
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October
Year after year I look forward to this time. Its October again, a sudden burst of happiness and stimulation begins to creep up in the heart which appears evidently on my face, out of nowhere it struck! As the fresh cool, crisp air comes into existence- everywhere, the leaves on the trees appears to be touchable as it changes its color. The electrifying shades of: golden orange, burnt red, bright yellow and brown drifts and twirls around, surrounding the turf on the front of the house and on the streets.
Thankfully the dreaded heat has decided to take its course I mutter silently to myself. The warm breeze fades away as it circulates a refreshing draft of air against the skin of my cheeks, a picture of peacefulness and serenity slips into the thoughts of mines, as I escape into a remarkable adventure.
Eyes are the windows of the soul which captures the very moment of its surroundings.
Grasping every bit of what Mother Nature has to offer, the mind pays close attention to what it does to mother's maple tree in the back yard. As the branches, begins to sway in the cool chill breeze, the leaves begins to fall. Growing up as a child father would allow us to dive into the pile of leaves, that he gathered. Our fingers shrivel as we played for hours and hours in the ice-cold air. The smell of hot cocoa streamed through our nostrils as that would end our play. Oh! How I love this time of the year. Taken back to childhood memories, I reminisce on the aroma of warm cinnamon pumpkin spice tea and apple berry pie that mother always used to make. This moment forms goose bumps against the skin.
The days and nights begin to feel supernatural and gloomy, which puts me into a pleasant mood. Trees bare their leaves, birds migrate south and the nights are cool. Sound of a rustic chime that hangs right above the neighbors’ front door takes its center stage and begins to form an orchestra with the wind.
Slowly but surely, the days
U1A6a3
October
Year after year I look forward to this time. Its October again, a sudden burst of happiness and stimulation begins to creep up in the heart which appears evidently on my face, out of nowhere it struck! As the fresh cool, crisp air comes into existence- everywhere, the leaves on the trees appears to be touchable as it changes its color. The electrifying shades of: golden orange, burnt red, bright yellow and brown drifts and twirls around, surrounding the turf on the front of the house and on the streets.
Thankfully the dreaded heat has decided to take its course I mutter silently to myself. The warm breeze fades away as it circulates a refreshing draft of air against the skin of my cheeks, a picture of peacefulness and serenity slips into the thoughts of mines, as I escape into a remarkable adventure.
Eyes are the windows of the soul which captures the very moment of its surroundings.
Grasping every bit of what Mother Nature has to offer, the mind pays close attention to what it does to mother's maple tree in the back yard. As the branches, begins to sway in the cool chill breeze, the leaves begins to fall. Growing up as a child father would allow us to dive into the pile of leaves, that he gathered. Our fingers shrivel as we played for hours and hours in the ice-cold air. The smell of hot cocoa streamed through our nostrils as that would end our play. Oh! How I love this time of the year. Taken back to childhood memories, I reminisce on the aroma of warm cinnamon pumpkin spice tea and apple berry pie that mother always used to make. This moment forms goose bumps against the skin.
The days and nights begin to feel supernatural and gloomy, which puts me into a pleasant mood. Trees bare their leaves, birds migrate south and the nights are cool. Sound of a rustic chime that hangs right above the neighbors’ front door takes its center stage and begins to form an orchestra with the wind.
Slowly but surely, the days