I walked today.

Not the pleasant kind of walk where you see and hear kids playing in the distance,
feeling the slight breeze on your face as you walk,
smirking to yourself as you get a good whiff of fall air.

Today’s walk was dreary and meek.

One that leaves you with nothing but your thoughts,
thoughts of getting to your destination but feeling like hours have passed.
One that you can smell the rain and wet leaves a hundred feet before you reach the door.

I step outside and am immediately greeted with the feeling of water in my shoes,
soaking up any chance of enjoyment that would come from the next hour.

Walking with only my thoughts,
my stride and the sound of rain coating my umbrella,
the leaves start to get very interesting.

Their bright color is a stark contrast to the gray sky,
the image is almost picturesque.
My mind trails off as I start watching as they fall in the rain,
just to become another thing in the wet mat that stains the ground.

Leaves everywhere being tossed aside and replaced as if nothing.
It’s kinda dumb though,
the trees stripping themselves for the coldest time,
just to replace their colorful coats for a warmer time.
Until they scatter more leaves again,
for another dreary and meek day,
as I walk.