It’s that strange pause between summer and autumn. Where the leaves are green and gold, the heat is cooling and the wind rising, and the world is readying itself for the change of seasons again. It’s my favorite time of the year. I’m outside trying to soak up what left of the sunshine before autumn’s here with its windy days and falling leaves. A breeze carries the smell of bar-b-que and something I can’t quite place. The scent makes me realize that I’ve been outside since lunch and it’s getting late. I’m a little thirsty. Following the scent, I walk up the hill and away from the dock. I walk along the well-worn dirt path in the grass and underneath the dogwood tree with blossoms still clinging to the branches and head into the front yard. I stroll into the front yard, passing underneath another tree, this one with large, four-pointed leaves, and run my hand along the short, log wall holding back dirt and tree roots from spilling into my path. …show more content…
I shake my head to clear my mind and I focus back onto the future. I step over the thick tree root that escaped from the log wall and stand on the bricks that make a pathway to the front door of my house. I sway in place debating on whether I should go inside or not. Just before I go inside I spot a tall cup beside our red grill, it’s probably Dad’s. He won’t mind if I drink