Autumn Wind

There are times when I am always reminded that I'm in the UK.

When the hands and cheeks turn almost numb from the cold, when the wind that travelled across the green, open fields swept past me so violently, when the blue blue skies gets covered with a veil of dark, grey clouds.

Today, I saw the red, golden leaves rode on the winds. Speckles of brown, yellow and orange hesitate along the rows and rows of trees before me. Just then, another gust of wind ran past me; and a large yellow leaf helicoptered down before me.


This is it.

Autumn is here.