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Autumn in Upper Arlington is a time of discovering beautiful things. We venture outside of school to explore our surroundings. Our sweaters keep the chill away by hugging our bodies with warmth. The sun shines through a hole in the clouds shimmering in the cool air. The trees are splashed with many colors: orange, yellow, brown, and green. Their branches sway to the rhythm of the wind. We hear the sound of the whispering trees and the leaves rustling on the ground. The leaves twirl as they fall from their branches, floating to the ground. The fallen leaves lay scattered in the yards. |
The leaves crunch under our feet. The lifeless leaves become a blanket for the grass. Other leaves dance in the smooth puddles. We hear the soft patter of a light sprinkling rain: our slippery shoes slap on the wet leaves. Sticks, red berries, acorns, dead flowers, pine needles, puddles, and colored leaves collage the sidewalk. The bare, quiet trees look like fortresses through the wind. The rain starts to drizzle, then it starts to pour; and soon the once crunchy leaves become damp, and the vivid trees become lifeless.Squirrels scurry about like a handful of coins accidentally dropped, collecting acorns and burying their nuts in anticipation of the first snow. They know they do not have much time, because Upper Arlington will soon be covered in a soft, sparkling carpet of white snow. We hear the honks of the Canadian geese, passing through on their trip south for the winter.
The flag in front of our school is flapping in the cool breeze of the afternoon. The breeze brings musty smell of wood-burning fires. There is a smoky and crisp scent to the air. In the yards around the school, we notice abandoned rakes and piles of leaves. Smiling pumpkins still sit on the doorsteps of many houses, reminding us of
the freshly-baked pumpkin pies--a special autumn treat.Autumn in Upper Arlington is a time of many beautiful changes, each day different than the next.
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