Its raining leaves
05082022 It's Friday again. There's one more hour left and I can finally call myself a free bird waiting to fly to the horizon called weekend. A stressful hour, with no energy to learn anything, so distracted that even maths seems uninteresting now, sweaty because the weather can't decide if it wants to be hot or cloudy and mostly stressed about everything. Speaking of weather, I look out of the window and witness something so magical and mesmerizing that it puts a smile on my face. The forest of trees is raining leaves. Yes leaves! It looked so romantic and playful. The yellow leaves falling gracefully with the greenest background with a sprinkle of brown trunks and branches. The scene was out of this world. There were so many leaves falling and covering the ground like a fluffy yellow blanket. Reminded me of many things but the top list would be; going on an autumn date that includes a walk with a beverage to-go, the less travelled road that appears in the poem 'road...