Eagles

Meeting

I hate days like this. It’s terribly cold outside, and it gets dark much faster. Some people say that autumn is beautiful. Leaves fall from the trees, covering the damp earth with a rainbow quilt. However, for me, autumn is associated with only one thing - death. Plants die, and animals hide in tight corners, peacefully falling asleep. They probably don’t feel like watching everything around them slowly fade away. I envy them, I would like to close my eyes and not have to worry about anything too. Rain runs down my face. Water drips from strands of long blond hair, joining their companions. Together they flow down the paths, washing away all the dirt. Raindrops are never alone, there are billions of them, and each one has brothers and sisters. The bright lights of passing cars force me to keep squinting. I take step after step, watching the gusty wind tug at the bare branches of the trees. I take a deep breath before stepping into the dark forest separating me from home. Almost no one...