Wandering on a fall evening. She walks alone with no particular place to go in mind. How did I get here? She has no idea. Where did I come from? She couldn't remember. She only knew that she needed to take a walk somewhere far away and maybe she would find something she wasn't really looking for.
The sound of the leaves, in all kinds of reds and oranges, breaking under her feet, brought her a feeling of melancholy; she enjoyed the sound but, for some reason, made her sad too.
She kept walking between the trees that kissed good-bye the leaves that fell peacefully all around her like a colorful drizzle. Everything is tranquility, quiet. She finds herself in some sort of trance.
It's weird. She thinks. There's nobody here. And she wasn't referring to people, she wasn't expecting them there.She ment everything else. Nature seemed to be in hiding. There were no animals around. No small ones nor big ones. Not a single soul as far as she could tell.
She gets cold, put her hands inside her coat's pockets and tight the crimson scarf around her neck. The air that whispered between the naked trees made her loose hair dance to an unknown rhythm.
Abruptly, she stops. Her expression changes. Sits on the ground and lays on a near-by tree. She remembers everything now. Then she starts crying.
