Winds of Autumn

Blowing cold and blustery, the winds of Autumn have come. Rain was sure to follow. The cooler nights created a tapestry of color in the leaves. They showered down to the ground. Wind rushed through tree tops sounding like an ocean roar.

Amy tossed the leaves to the air. She loved walking in the woods at this time of year. Taking photographs of the falling leaves and how they carpeted the ground around the massive trunks. The path was worn for she had been through these trees so many times in her life. She had grown up here and when her parents were killed in a car accident in which she was the only survivor, she inherited the farm and the woods. Thinking of the accident, she reached down and rubbed her leg.

Later in the afternoon she came to the other side of the trees where her property ended.

“Hi Amy!”

“Caleb, how have you been?” Before he could answer she fired another question at him, “You miss the country life, city getting you down yet?”

He laughed. “I am fine thank you and no, just down here to help the folks out. Mom and dad are getting on in years.”

“We are not Caleb Michaels!” A disembodied voice shouted out from the barn.

“His hearing seems to be just fine, Caleb.” Amy smiled. “Hello Mister Michaels.”

“Is that you Amy Parker?” Caleb’s dad asked as he strolled out of the barn.

“Yes sir.”