Autumn Arising

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The sun reached as far as it could through the spaces in the trees. It was finally autumn time and warm tones had burned their way through the forest that was alive with color and anticipation. Leaves gleaming in gold and red coated the ground like a shag carpet and tapestries of bright orange and freshly yellow trees adorned either side of the narrow dirt road cutting through the area. Towards the right, beyond the yellow trees, stood a few trees with unripe bright green branches, but from the looks of their tips, they were to turn soon enough. The cool, crisp autumn breeze bit at the tip of my nose and sent blood rushing to my cold cheeks. The bitter earthy taste in the air brought vivid visions of vanilla coffee and warm cinnamon apple pie. The scene was like being a part of an oil painting; the smooth strokes of color blended in perfectly with one another, the pattern of the bark and spindling veins on leaves providing a contrasting texture in the foreground. In the distance, the path looked out of focus, hazy behind the cloak of fog that covered the bridge that lay just past where the eye could see. They walked upwards off the path and onto the raised ground where the eastern portion of the forest laid. Just overlooking the path stood a singular tree, its base carpeted with soft moss and an embroidery of roots around it, almost in the shape of an armchair.