Autumnic Romance

A blast from the past, here's my first piece of writing from 2008. Hong Kong is currently stuck in late summer. I miss Canadian autumn.

Littered with gold are the trails and roads… falling leaves, scattered bits, displays of nature’s flamboyancy, I silently observed as they are swept afloat by a light autumn breeze. As a whole, these piece together a picturesque scene, as though painted to the perfection on God’s canvas. Admiring nature's dazzling paint, as I strolled down the trail.

Pretty as it is, layers of golden leaves layered the bare ground, providing warmth to the cold earth, like the soft, tender blanket covering the sleeping child. Sights of such steer away any burden on the mind, so light, so peaceful. So tender, so lovingly…

It takes away the need to ask “when and where”, it takes away the answers to “what and why”, it takes away the meanings to all the numbers and figures, and it takes away the differences between “this and that”. No more worries, just let things be. On a larger scale, just how small we are?

In the midst of all that’s ahead, I stopped and lost in the Autumnic Romance; entrenched by its ultimate beauty that is simplistically pure, purely simplistic.

O let the tempest blow, drifting away are my spirit and soul...