The sun, strikes the naked eye, blinds, makes me squint, yet insulates from the chilly fall breeze. I continue walking until I enter the woods, immediately comforting the eyes. I see a large maple tree, looking like a fatherly figure to the surroundings. I decide to sit and rest under this accepting tree. The cold breeze forces goose bumps upon the skin, teeth to clatter, and my body to shiver. The pleasant noise of the rustling leaves is overpowered by the loud and repulsive noise of my teeth clattering. I look straight up, towards the sky and see only bright fiery red maple leaves. The t…
