2. The Most Beautiful___

The beginning of the fall season was the first time I saw it. It was the morning of the day of my school’s Homecoming dance. The way the sun shined and warmed my insides let me know that the day was going to go well. I woke up at 7:00a.m. because I’m in Student Council and we had to be in the school’s gym to decorate by 8:30a.m. Slightly sleepy, I went through my normal preparations of getting ready for the day. I ate a small breakfast then headed out the door. I got on the Ashland bus, which would take me directly to Whitney Young. I often fall asleep on the bus because I’m exhausted from school but that morning my eyes weren't very tired.

 Since most of my friends weren’t awake that early on a Saturday morning my phone was of no use to me. There was nothing else to do except drop in on other people’s conversation or gaze out the window. I managed to incorporate both into one activity to pass the time. The people next to me were talking about a man’s blue jacket. They discussed how nice it looked and the cheap price. They also mentioned how warm it was, which made it good for the changing season. The bus came to a stop as it ran into slow traffic. My eyes gazed the outsides. I saw scattered leaves on the sidewalk moving in the wind. That’s when I saw…it. The most beautiful scene of nature you could come by in the middle of a city. The mother trees to all the loose leaves on the sidewalk were going through their seasonal changes. The leaves on them shed the traditional green color and had taken on an array of oranges, reds, and purples. It was bouquet perfectly set to inaugurate the season. The sun embraced the colors and highlighted their brightness even more. It was impossible not the see the beautiful color.

It was a scene that couldn’t be duplicated by any pair of crayons and coloring book. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them but my gaze soon had to be ripped away as the traffic cleared and the bus began to move. The colorful leaves were now behind me. I was left in awe. A little disappointment sunk in me because I didn’t take a picture but the sight of the bright colors brightened up my day a little more. Something so beautiful seemed to slow down time in such a fast paced city. The colors were even more beautiful than the young ladies’ dresses at the Homecoming dance.  ;-)
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