| cl | | | | I can honestly state that this time of year is my |
| It all started last year during the fall. I had left my | | | | favorite and as I looked around I could see why I |
| parents’ apartment on the upper west | | | | had always considered this time of year which we |
| side of Central Park to go to the Metropolitan | | | | Americans call the fall to be so energizing. |
| Opera when I saw the leaves on the trees | | | | Fall’s crisp air had brought about a sharp |
| turning color, all those leaves which had once been | | | | contrast to summer’s stifling heat and |
| green were now drying up and showing | | | | humidity and the coming of fall had cooled the air |
| themselves in a variety of colors. Brown, yellow, | | | | giving me back the vitality which had been taken |
| orange and red were the colors that served as a | | | | from me by the mentally and physically |
| flag for this time of year. My senses also made | | | | oppressive summer. I could even feel myself |
| me aware of a freshness in the air that had not | | | | putting more steam in my step then l had done in |
| been there for sometime. All these were signs | | | | a long time as I walked down the streets of this |
| that summer had come to an end and that the | | | | town which was slowly coming back to life. |
| fall had gotten off to its glorious start. | | | | |