It’s late October. The short sleeved shirts are beginning to get traded in for sweaters. Couples seem to be more in love; and everything is red. Lips, leaves, noses, cheeks, even the sun is seemingly a little more orange when it sets. Coffee cups start showing up everywhere, for every gloved hand is a coffee cup. A perfect match in the eternal realms of inanimate objects; and there I sit. On the busy sidewalk observing all the feet as they pass by me. I see everything, from the shiny braces of the girl with pigtails as she flashes a smile to the brunette boy. To the tears of the old lady as she sits on the park bench, looking, thinking, reminiscing.
You probably don’t think much of me. I’m practically a carbon copy, as there are a million of me scattered across the sidewalk. None two alike, but to the naked eye we all look the same. We get in the way, get stepped on, get pissed on, then disappear. And once we’re gone, in the winter when everything is dead, you’re wishing we were back there to add color to this blank canvas.
If you don’t look close enough you’ll more than likely miss me. I don’t blame you honestly, it’s not hard at all. But it’s terribly hard for me to miss you, all of you. For what am I to do during my days and nights I’m on this earth than observe? I’ve seen children grow into beautiful adults. Ambulances come and take away bodies, as they’re followed by a trail of tears. I’ve seen families leave with boxes and never return. And there I am, in the middle of it all, watching you. I hurt for you when you lose a loved one. I pray for you when you’re having health issues. I hear every single fight, smell every piece of food, and see what seems to be every foot in this world walk past me every day between August and December.
I may not mean much to you, but I wish you knew how much you all mean to me. Every year you give me this, this first seat ticket to see what life is really like. I’m an old leaf, I am, but I don’t plan on stopping what I’m doing anytime soon. I’m watching you, feeling every breath. And every time I get stepped on, pissed on, and disappear, it reminds me how lucky I am. It’s crazy how much you appreciate both the good and bad things in life, when you’ve got no life of your own.
So with that being said, I pray you all see the beauty in fall. Take in every moment of the auburn beauty that you can. And while you look down on us, know we’re looking back up at you; and with our tiny voices we’re saying “Thank you.” Because you all, through good and bad, are what gives us this life in the first place.