Autumn Walk

The air was fresh and the sky was a clear, deep blue that it so often is in autumn. Its blueness was made even deeper by the flame-colored leaves against it. Emily looked up and could see the golds, rusts, and reds of the towering oaks and maples around her. She wondered about it all. From the green grass she was standing upon, to the blue heavens she was standing below, there was nothing but bright colors. How pretty!—yet the leaves were pretty only because they were dying. Soon they would...