Chained

I bit into the crisp autumn air and stepped forward. The leaves falling, crashing towards the ground in a fit of fury and relief. They finally let go, abiding by the rules of their kind. Whether they realized it or not, the moment was upon them. Below me, the concrete was holding up underneath my weight. The smell of chlorophyll euphoria was only overcome by the gentle breezes carrying the aroma of whatever cart vendor was out for the day. Everything appeared so melodramatic to me.