By Maddy                                                            

I hear the crinkly leaves crunching under my crocs, the daily blue breeze in my hair and the excited children prancing like reindeer around the leafless trees. 

 On edge days nervous nights waiting to see the next day light. Like a group of skydivers today the rain softly falls down. Yet again we wait for that ray to shine again. Oh yay it's right there, I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze the sweet chill of pumpkin and the crisp sunburnt leaves.

 The black windy breeze howled in anger, he yelled and blew me away. My teeth were chattering as I got out of the breezy day. I sat inside staring at my window watching the old orange leaves fall down towards the wet cold ground.