A Walk

The crisp leaves of the prairie vegetation, weary from the summer heat and sun, rustle to mimic the sound of rain on a cool Fall day.

A shock of purple among a sea of gold dances against blue and white while it bends to the will of the commanding breeze sweeping across the fields.

The solitary, liberating sound of gravel crunching with each footstep as the tired feet pound out the rhythm of joy and serenity.

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