It is autumn (fall) here in australia, and i wrote this about a girl i see some mornings..


Autumn


The brisk morning air cools my skin as I watch the faces pass. Sometimes they are familiar, but mostly they are not. The Working Joes and the Working Janes offer each other cursory smiles and token greetings, but I, do not. Some recognize me and try to catch my eye but mostly I keep to myself. That’s just the way I’ve always been.

The leaves are yellowing along the tree-lined path that I walk every morning, and today I notice the wind has developed a particular chill that traces its icy fingers upon my skin. It is a familiar sensation and a welcome one - the changing of seasons. A small smile plays against the corner of my mouth. I’ve always loved cold weather and all the possibilities that a new season brings.

Suddenly, she cuts through the sea of faces and emerges, radiant upon my eyes. Months of stolen glances have lent her a familiarity and I almost call out her name. But then I remember - she has never given me her name to use. I do not know this girl, but for the irrational speculation inside my head, a symptom typical of infatuation. I have a crush, in other words.

A crush is such a strange thing and though I know these feelings to be illogical, my poor brain continues to believe. I hear music when I see her, the world dims around her silhouette and she takes centre stage in the movie of my life. Our eyes are versed in casual conversation but I do not know her. A crush is a very strange thing indeed.

Today she is wearing a beige overcoat; perhaps two sizes too big. Her hair is done simply, pulled back into a tidy pony tail. The slight upward tilt of her head remains the same as the first time I saw her and she walks towards me with easy, purposeful strides. Our eyes meet. I can hear my heart beating inside my head and as I go to speak, the words die in my throat. She looks away, eyes even, her poker face too hard to read. We pass each other without incident for the thousandth time.

As I slow my pace, the wind whispers secrets against my skin as if to remind me: a new season brings new possibilities.

I turn on the spot meaning to run after her. There could still be time to hold out my hand for her to consider. But she is gone and I am left alone. Again.

A few yellow leaves float softly in the air, ebbing and flowing and as I begin to walk slowly back to work, the cool Autumn breeze leaves me with the empty promise of a new season.

Nice anecdote. Thx. for sharing.

For some reason the image of Frost's 2 roads diverge along a path came into mind. The feeling of what would be?

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AZN_North - thx for reading. for this piece i tried to convey the feeling of infatuation.. and how that feeling can be overwhelming to the point where it makes it impossible for even casual interaction with that certain somebody. i had to exaggerate a little though, cause i don't crush that hard on girls anymore.

I like it, it's a very smooth read, (I guess meaning it flows well, smooth is what came to mind!) Your descriptions are very vivid, I can almost feel myself there.

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that's a sweet anecdote. Is it a true story though? Would like to hear more of it, if its all right

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