A beautiful autumn day in Riverdale

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To the editor:

A few more minutes before the bus will arrive. The sun is shining brightly and I am watching the colorful leaves from the bench while I am waiting. The wind is playing a fall game choreographing a dance. It blows the leaves in all directions and they are following each other like sheep in a meadow. They are floating to my left, turn and form a circle sweeping the concrete on the street; a brief halt and the dance continues. 

I observe continuous changes of directions. I feel the wind blowing through my hair briskly, no comb is needed. The wind has decided on my hair style. 

I am at peace with the game of nature, while two little children come crossing the street shrieking with joy. They want to be included in this game. As the leaves get lifted up into the air the children are raising their arms trying to catch what they can jumping around with excitement. 

The wind seems to enjoy this game as well. It decides on the direction the leaves should fly and watches the children dance to their twirl.

My bus arrives. I am trying to climb aboard, when swoosh— a wind gust hits me standing on the first step of the bus. I am holding on and an arm full of colored leaves hits my head and blows right into the bus. I feel startled. “Sorry,” I stammer. “This is the season Ms,” the bus driver says smiling and closes the door behind me. I settle in my seat reminiscing about the sights and sounds of the children rejoicing with nature’s games, forming one. 

Anneros Valensi

Anneros Valensi

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