The sound of applause filled the fall air, as the wind blew through the tops of the trees. As if on cue, a troupe of dancers clad in golds, orange and red pirouetted across the cloud covered stage.
Giggles and anticipation filled the air as a young voice yelled at the top of her healthy lungs, “Ready, set, GO!” and then flew down the hill and disappeared into a large pile of leaves.
The trees continue to drop their dancers out of the sky, the wind continues to carry them across the stage.
But as for us, the darkening sky draws out yawns from tiny mouths; bedtime beckons.