It was a cold day, a day in autumn. Wind had blown leaves down
from the trees. They seemed nice when they were yellow. Each of them
looked like a piece of fabric that was going to sew together and
make for a long golden blanket.
I was strolling around the street. I didn't know where to go.
Nobody else was there. Only the leaves were dancing surround me.
The wind and the trees were performing a sad song which made me feel
more depressed and stressful. Life seemed so tough. Everything was
