The wind blows my hair
As I sit and look at the stars
Like little sparkles in the night
That can't shine without darkness
I've always liked the night
Light hurts my eyes
But not stars
That shimmer softly in the
surrounding darkness.
As leaves swirl around in the wind
Fall is leaving and winter is coming
As I walked here I even saw some ponds
Starting to to freeze over
Little chucks of ice
In the middle of the water
Like those last few ice slivers
In your lemonade
When you left it out all day
I like this kind of weather
Not hot like summer but not cold enough to freeze
Chilled
Windy
Its nice
I turn around
And I walk home.
