Man I suck at this..

I'm not promising anything anymore. I'm pretty sure its been months since I've posted... :/
Anyways, It's fall again, which is my favorite season. So I thought I'd write a little story to get the season started :)


Fire Song

She turned her head to the side to peer out the window as her professor mumbled on...
The clicking of raindrops on the window had been an incessant distraction since the class started, and now all that she could imagine was how she was going to have to walk home in this downpour. Her cell phone read 10:48, and she realized it was time to start packing up. She slid her warm peacoat over her cold, smooth skin, and tightened the yellow scarf that hung loosely around her neck. She fumbled through her purse for the other side of her mittens, and proceeded to face the rain.
No one understood fall the way that she did. Where others saw poor weather, drab, and depression, she saw light. The weather never made life easier, however it brought out something inside of her that few others have been able to share in her mind. The thought of the leaves, changing from green life to firey death in a matter of weeks, capsizes her thoughts. Sitting in the grandeur of the park by her apartment, she stared up into the canopy of the trees and took out her camera. With the snap of a shutter, she proceeded to attempt to capture the moment.

SNAP

SNAP

SNAP

and on it goes. Most others don't believe that a moment can be captured in a photograph. She begs to differ. Her nit hat catches a leaf within the stitching, unbeknown to her. Her hazel eyes gazed into the overcast sky, soaking in ever ray of stark light that cascaded down upon her face. Eerie, motionless, awake, she walks. Vines of changing leaves consume the brick walls and marble columns that surround her. Old parking garages converted to studios seem to be eaten by ivy that grabs onto every crevasse it can nose in to.
This is her time, when no one else can change her opinion. All day, she is stripped of her own thoughts, carelessly abandoned as a vessel for others to fill with ideas and false promise. However she knows that fall will always be there, its steady with the seasons, and where other fall bitter in the darkness and cold, she revels.