Memories of Autumn
by Barbara Gurry/rowell
Today being October 1, jogged my thoughts back to the season of Autumn, living in the South I seldom get to experience the mood. In my mind’s eye I could see the vivid pinks and yellows and hear the crunching sound of the leaves. I could see the streets lined with their magnificent array of colors and feel the chill in the air, but best of all I could remember how my friend Frances and I would ride bikes down those streets forever, feeling pure excitement as we lost ourselves in time.