Taking The Lead

Orange colored leaves fall to the ground. The school yards empty, another

tomorrow has past. Old friendships coming to an end. All over the grounds

have gone silent, except for the slow trickle of snow. A moment of silence

and the wind picks up the remains. Soon a new breeze will come and return

with it, the breath of life. Over and over again until time stands still.

Sorry about your mother.

Hope you're not feeling too down.

I didn't read that massive thing, but if it's from the heart, who am I to judge?