Autumn Whispers

There's something about the feeling when the air begins to grow crisp, and the autumn breeze starts to whisper its melancholy notes. Its nostalgic voice reminds you of times from past years. So many years ago, when life seemed so big and time seemed so vast. When hours were spent doing nothing more than playing make-believe. When fitting in with others at school was the biggest worry fathomable. What a sense of wonder, we young minds held so sure. Do you recall those days in autumn's sweet whispers?

As life passes by, like a film in its very short lapse of time, we must choose what to hold on to, and what to let pass us by. And so goes the challenge, to take on for you and I. Days past by in their dreary waves of hellos and goodbyes.  I gaze at a screen that gives nothing more than glare in its stark reply. For Autumn leaves fall and pass without notice, and a year goes by. Please carry me back to the dear sounds of autumn and its reminiscent whispers.