Stephen LopezAutumn Frost
I just arrived home from a Halloween party. I played my usual role of D³ (Designated Designated-Driver) while the rest of the cast enjoyed themselves. That’s not to say that I didn’t (don’t) have fun, because I did (do), but those rides home are never lacking in interesting post-party conversation among the non-sober folk. I generally stay quiet and drive.
As I stepped out of my car in the driveway, the near-silence of the autumn frost was beautiful. The only sound was that of leaves - heavy with the weight of frozen condensation - relinquishing their grip from the branches to which they gave life for the last 6 months. I stood in the driveway for a minute - shivering and listening to the symphony being performed by the ensemble of trees that fill the neighborhood.
