I Guess It's Just Leaves

Waiting for our food to arrive, the four of us sat at the wooden table, two to a side: Boy, girl, boy, boy.

"This table seems very short," Jenna said.
"Yes, it does," I agreed.

Outside, on Frank Sinatra Drive, fall was happening.

"I looked up for a second and thought it was snowing," Jenna said.

Behind me, on the other side of the exposed brick and through the glass windows — just outside of Maxwell's — a million golden leaves rained down onto the street. They danced from their homes, fast and strong and desperate; a lovely, wild marathon from tree limbs to ground.

It seemed fake. It seemed almost wrong.

"What's going on out there?" someone else asked.
"I guess it's just leaves."

Al Marcy's picture

Take the red pill, Neo ;)

Stephen Mejias's picture

>Take the red pill, Neo ;)With your comments, Al," there's almost always a few moments where I'm left totally confused. I'm all: ""Huh???"" This is soon followed by realization. Followed by a great smile and chuckle.Thanks.