The Orangey Leave

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It was unadulterated autumn morning weather. The wind softly blustering the whimsical sound, orangey leaves dripping through the muscled stem, flowing calmly. The whole exercise routine could have made the 6:00 o’clock news but the warmhearted story didn’t hit the producer’s table on time for the evening show. It blistered through, piercing the falling dirty wind everywhere, marveling at the clear blue sky. It was a gorgeous day for sure and back to school day but no one noticed, they were coming back from their precious vacation and that’s just how the story ended. 

Grey Overcast

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I was so down and out, blue skies, they weren’t but grey overcast I encountered. I didn’t want to get out of bed and thought the day wasn’t going to be nothing but a corpse of the walking dead. I fought myself long enough to get up, shower, find the best suit and go.