Breath fogging
the air is so cold and crisp
my red jacket
laces are wet from the dew
the brown leaves dancing
sneakers kicking
splashing the puddles
the slightest scent of the so dark asphalt
my backpack thrown so high
just missing the branches
sky slate gray
rain falling
drips from my hair just before my eyes
she is watching
under her yellow umbrella
she smiles
a walk is a journey
the moment lives as long as I
the child I was
haunting me