The Firery Street

As I run across the colourful leaves at the bottom of my drive way. The street is empty apart from me. Crunch they crackle under my feet, I love autumn it has an air of freedom and peace. I lye down upon the firery carpet of leaves and look up into the branches of the firery trees I feel like there is nothing in the world but the tree and I. it is so peaceful here I breath in deeply the air feels damp, fresh and crisp. A light breeze blows across the street picking up leaves and dropping them again.
I picked up a leave it is a deep chocolaty brown. It feels as rough as sand paper I turned it over in my hand this side is as smooth as a white board I think.
I get up and run across the street "Yipy" I shout I feel at home here. I feel safe here in autumn it's so peaceful.