Walking through the neighborhood
On a blissfully cool November evening
Enchanted by crisp refreshing air
Breathing in the smell of dead leaves
Fallen from trees after a terrible storm
Crunching underneath our heavy shoes
Illuminated by the light of the silver moon
As gusts of wind blow through our hair
While gazing up into the starry night sky
Sedated in waves of quiet contemplation
Relaxed in crystal cold anticipation
Of the furious winter which lies ahead
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