The wind blew, and hundreds of colorful autumn leaves were
shaken loose from the 100 foot Mountain ash tree, were they had
been clinging to its branches just moments before.
The bright-light yellow leaves began descending to the ground with the same passion snow
flakes fly in a snow storm. The leaves flew in one mass, in swirls and twirls surrounding a
man and woman who were walking beneath the tree with their tiny dog.
The leaves started to build upon themselves on a nearby car's windshield like snow
gathers on a winters eve.
It was like watching a snow storm in yellow or a Christmas ball ornament that you
turn upside down as snow spins around the tiny
statues in the middle of it, but this time the snow was happy colored autumn leaves.
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