Ruffled Feathers
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The wind blows and moves the hair on my face. The lake is peaceful, as we sit holding hands. There are no boats, no fishermen, and no screaming kids anywhere near us. The air is crisp and cool. My sweater clings to me in the breeze. This place seems so empty in the fall.
Its quiet here. The silence makes my mind wander. Everything moves slowly through my mind. My thoughts seem to dance like the geese maneuvering on the pond. They are so graceful and free. Everything around me seems to be moving freely. No chains, no pain, nothing holding anything down.
The leaves rustle in the breeze. Then silence is surrounding us again. Its only a matter of minutes before the breeze picks up again. I indulge myself in the sounds of the autumn wind. Its as if the wind has a mind of its own. It whispers all the autumn secrets in my ear and I am pleased to share them. I can remember just two weeks ago. All the noise from the children chasing the geese, the motors of boats filling the air with the noisy buzz, the chatter of couples having picnics, all are gone now. The air is too brisk for such fun. Only silence surrounds us now.
Our feet dangle in the water. Its cold. The water is calm. The boats no longer move the lake with their distracting motors. The adults and children no longer swim. The fish no longer scurry away from the flailing arms and legs. The water no longer stirs. Its as if the water is sleeping. Waiting for summer to wake it up again. I love it when the water sleeps.
The air smells dreary. It contains the faint scent of drying leaves. This is the only time of year the scent of the