It was a beautiful fall day. The kind of day that gets onto postcards and makes people look forward to autumn. The sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy. The leaves were the perfect spray of color. The wind was invigorating, not biting.
It was the kind of day where leaves wait their turn to jump off the branch and fall to the ground below. And if I could find a bridge high enough, I’d jump, too. That’s the kind of day it was.