Road
There is a road that leads nowhere, but appears to go everywhere. It meanders through the trees. It overlooks the rivers. It sees the deer crossing it at the first dusk light. This road sees the greens, the yellow, oranges, and reds. It sits silently waiting for the show to begin. the road sees the light through the golden leaves in Autumn. It is the road, with this color falling on it, I love the most. It lifts me up each Autumn. It shows me the world though vivid color. This…