Leaves flutter past the window, like golden snowflakes. It sheds its decorations at last, laying itself bare for the winter winds to come.
Poured out, dark brown, milk turns it to a creamy chestnut. Passed around the chattering group, hands circle the mugs which hold its comforting warmth.
Old friends meet again, rekindling the atmosphere of gatherings past. They come together to celebrate but also to remember. Glasses are filled and spirits rise as the competition intensifies.
It bursts out of her mouth, opening it wide. Uneven teeth dance around it. Its force rocks her from side to side as the wave subsides.
An imaginative creation in bright primary colours. A concentrated task fulfilled on the waiting room floor. As its craftsman explains it, he fills the room with joy.
Magnificent structures rise overhead. Floodlit walkways fly over the road, bustling with bewildered travellers. At the heart is Terminal 3, the glowing centre of this busy metropolis.
Old and unwanted, they take on a new life. Wrapped around a family of worms, to keep their home warm for the winter. One woman’s trash is their gold.
Autumn colours burst like fireworks against the pale blue sky. Winter sunlight casts its watery glow across her frozen landscape. She bows out with a spectacular show.