The weather is slowly changing around me. Where the temperature was warm and comforting it is now a painful chill striking at my skin with every breeze. As the wind blows, leaves of bright oranges, yellows, and reds quickly gather on the ground making a bundle of vibrant autumn colors. Looking at the leaves of the autumn season I notice there is more on the ground then in the trees. Studying the bare trees with a close eye I see the branches are still, in the cold wind. As I continue to look at this lifeless tree I inch closer and closer wondering how it will survive the dark cold winter that is once again coming upon it. The beautiful tree will no longer be full of bright autumn colors but replacing them will be a deep pearl white frost. Knowing this I hold on to these moments of complete serenity. I feel as if I can take in the rich smells of nature that has not been tainted by the pollution that we have regretably put upon them.

I quietly turn and I see a small doe eating an apple, slowly as if she was savoring the flavor. She looked so beautiful and elegant as she ate her apple. I try to stay quiet so that she doesn’t notice me watching her, but when I move slightly to get a better look a stick cracks and I feel like I am exposed. She almost immediately looks up and stares right at me. I was completely frozen trying not to scare her off but I feared it was too late. I watch her as she takes her powerful leaps to the wilderness where she feels she is safe. As she fades into the deep forest a flash of orange catches my eye. It was in the shape of a hat and the color of the bright sunset. Suddenly I realize that I am not alone. There was another person in the woods, but we were not there for the same reasons. I was there to study and learn. This unfamiliar man was there to hunt. Realizing I may have scared off the game that he was probably hunting. I didn’t know whether I should stay or slowly move and possibly scare off other game for the hunter. Realizing that standing here wouldn’t help anything I slowly turn to move as the feeling of awkwardness washes over me. I suddenly knew how the deer felt as it was being studied. I could tell the hunters eyes were upon me. Thinking of the hunter and deer made me wonder why he didn’t claim the doe as his own and take his prize. Perhaps he thought that I would be startled or maybe he had already taken his three doe this year. As I am about to leave I take a quick look at the hunter. I try to slowly leave so that I don’t startle him or the game. It’s very difficult to keep quiet while walking on crunchy sticks and crisp fall leaves. I manage to get to the road, take a deep breath of the cool awaking air, and start walking toward home taking in the beautiful sight that will soon be gone once winter comes.


Fall is one of the best times of the year to take walks. It gives me a chance to look at nature’s creative design. It is very difficult because the weather is often changing, and so you have to choose the timing impeccably. Whether you’re in the woods or on the side walk the season of fall and its festivities are all around. When in the woods you have to worry about the hunters, bears, and wildlife. On the sidewalk, there is another danger coming near. The danger of the witches, warlocks, and mythical creatures running around gathering up the spoils of treats from candy aisles near and far. Trying to stay warm and safe. It sounds so simple but it can be challenging with the reckless teenagers who are contently unsupervised, going around causing trouble. You may not see them, but they leave behind a trail of half destroyed pumpkins, mail boxes, and egg spattered automobiles and houses in their wake.

The fall is like no other season. Most times it will be cold and chilly, but the sky will be bright and full of life. As I continue to walk home the sun starts to come out. It’s not the bright yellows you would normally see on a summer day. The colors are more oranges and purples coming together to make a wonderful sight of a bright pink sky. It’s such an odd color that I just had to stop and stare. In that moment of silence I feel as if anything is possible. It’s an odd feeling for just looking at a pink sky, but somehow it seems to cheer me up in an instant. I try to savor these moments as best I can. I know fall will soon be over and winter will embrace the Northeast in its icy grip. Thinking of the cold icy snow of winter makes me shiver, like a chill was going thought my body in a quick moment. While I stand there looking at the powerful sunrise that will soon fade, a wave of heat flows over my body making me warm and comfortable, for an incredible minute. As the shimmery pinks of the sunrise starts to fade the cold wind seeps thought my comforting shield of protection while goose bumps slowly relieve themselves on my body.
Fall in Vermont makes me feel like I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. Even if I have to live in the cold winters of Vermont there will always be an autumn season. The season where frost covers the ground in the early mornings, giving it a shimmery effect, while birds fly over moving south where it’s warm and comfortable. The wind will blow an icy chill that makes me shiver. When the rain falls it moves at an angel with the wind scratching at your face and turning the ground cold and wet. Crunchy fallen leaves bundle together and travel in a twisting cyclone. As the leaves travel away the winter travels near, getting closer and closer as the weather gets colder and colder.