Lisa was sitting lifelessly on her seat, looking out of the window. It was the month of october, the true starts of the month of fall.

The leaves dance from branch to ground, each a colorful flag without any strings or pole, free to roam. People feel the breeze, rich with the aroma of the earth, the keeper of the seeds, for the springtime to come.

There is calmness, as if all the gold, berry-reds and brown that flutter about is a cozy quilt, bringing everyone the same piece as the night time.

It is the time people once again see how the trees are clad in the many hues...