October twenty-first. Mom, my youngest brothers and I walked the Billings zoo park.
The sky stretched bold and blue overhead. Rustle. The strong fingers of late Autumn's sun touched our welcoming faces. Rustle. Columns of cottonwoods, steady years etched into their bark, passed serenely by, faithfully holding up the vaulted cobalt ceiling. Their topmost branches were cathedrals painted with rich yellows, mellowing greens, brilliant scarlets; the leaves danced to the earth, and grandeur infused us with a sense of the fleeting glory of the changing season. Rustle. We kicked the fallen leaves back into the air, and I remembered being 6 years old in Pennsylvania's Autumn, where falling leaves made mountains just for jumping into. Rustle. The earthy wizened perfume of Autumn wafted through the air like her dancing leaves. Everywhere we walked, Autumn rolled out her gold carpet. Rustle.
This October twenty-first day felt like a bit more than eye could see; somehow, the Sistine Chapel or the Taj Mahal might have seemed a bit dull compared to the sun-gilt palace halls of Autumn and her golden carpets.
The sky stretched bold and blue overhead. Rustle. The strong fingers of late Autumn's sun touched our welcoming faces. Rustle. Columns of cottonwoods, steady years etched into their bark, passed serenely by, faithfully holding up the vaulted cobalt ceiling. Their topmost branches were cathedrals painted with rich yellows, mellowing greens, brilliant scarlets; the leaves danced to the earth, and grandeur infused us with a sense of the fleeting glory of the changing season. Rustle. We kicked the fallen leaves back into the air, and I remembered being 6 years old in Pennsylvania's Autumn, where falling leaves made mountains just for jumping into. Rustle. The earthy wizened perfume of Autumn wafted through the air like her dancing leaves. Everywhere we walked, Autumn rolled out her gold carpet. Rustle.
This October twenty-first day felt like a bit more than eye could see; somehow, the Sistine Chapel or the Taj Mahal might have seemed a bit dull compared to the sun-gilt palace halls of Autumn and her golden carpets.
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