Bright light of sunlight, the smell of autumn air.
Leaves, brown and red. Wet ground, the stench of decay.
Rolling brown eyes sheltered behind sable glas frames.
Blue water, swishing over stones, gray and green in time.

"Maya!" A flash of pink, smile of light.
"Journeys like mine, are written in books!"
Laughter, a noise filled with joy, and happiness.
Bright red leaves fluttered down, vibrant against the golden ember.
A journey on an autumn day, lasting a year.

White and gray skies hide the sun, light still reaches the forest floor.
Blue water over stones, turning black from the icy chill.
Bark on the surrounding trees were rough, damp, and mossy.
Rain, the smell of rain, clouding over the bright gray sky.
The mud on the banks, caking then dead leaves.

The feeling of cold water gave me goosebumps.
Maya closed her eyes, becoming on with nature.
A slight breeze ruffled the remaining leaves and my hair.
Brown eyes met mine, scrunched noses at the sharp smell of rust.
Stones with slippery moss turned everything into a slippery mess.

Arm around her shoulder, feet in the icy water, smiles on faces.
Closed eyes, enjoying the white light, laughter filling the air.
Small talk mixed with cold water, white skies, and falling leaves.
No talk, small talk, words not needed, just silly giggles and rolled eyes.
Blue water over stones, just another peaceful day in the woods.