a moment in autumn

The smell of the cool autumn air as you walk through golden fields accented by the red and gold canopy of the forest... the very scent of the trees and grass as they shed their colors for the season bring you peace. in the cold air, rays of warm sunlight reach through the leaves and branches caressing your form as you walk on a blanket of colors. As the sun sets, you secure the scarf around your neck and walk back to the shelter where someone had already started a fire. The familiar smell of burning straw and Gingko wood adding to the autumn air. Shifting the embers, a familiar face pulls out roasted sweet potatoes. She hands you the hot sustenance and although the heat stings the evening-chilled hands, you welcome the warmth as you begin to peel the food. Sitting around the fire with people of trust, you find your heart warmed before your hands