The trees outside the windows,
Turning orange as the leaves slowly begin to fall off,
Autumn is quickly approaching,
So many memories to be made.
The road up ahead,
The trees surrounding it,
All a beautiful shade of orange and yellow.
The winds blowing,
A slight breeze ruffling the leaves on the ground.
A little farther up the road it branches off,
A pull over,
Fields of golden grass billowing in the wind,
Almost dancing to it's own silent music.
A little Cottage,
Decaying from and and slightly tilted to the side,
Abandoned, you can see the old rusted car parked where the garage used to be,
Smashed in and boarded up,
An older looking tree looming over the front porch.
Every so often a car will pass by,
Bringing more memories for people of all ages.
And the stories that outline this magical place,
Are beautiful beyond belief.