Sitting on a park bench, toes tucked in nicely into some black boots, knees warmed by pulled up socks and fingers tightly knit around a hot drink. A single red and orange leaf slowly falls into a puddle nearby, making the water crackle and dance around it. I take out the magazine I just bought and flick trough the pages, finding new trends and ways to wear those summer dresses. I look down at my coat and smile to myself, thinking that I may have worn something trendy for once. I put the magazine back into my handbag, take out my mirror and touch up the burgundy lipstick before I jump up and walk through the arch of red trees. A nearby stall is selling pumpkin pies, another freshly ground coffee, the other some crepes. The aromas of Autumn fill the air and make me so happy I grin like an idiot to myself.