Fall

Fall hit on the first of October, but I didn’t really feel it until the morning of October 9.  I went outside to use the restroom as always across the backyard, but this time I couldn’t see the ground.  Every inch of it was full of fallen leaves from the hazelnut trees.  On my way back into the house from the restroom I read the thermometer and it read two below zero Celsius.  On my way to work or school, the humidity had frozen on every leaf and blade of grass and every car window had frosted over.  Fall had truly arrived.   On my way back home, there were hazelnut leaves everywhere.  The funny thing is that only the hazelnut tree leaves fell that day.  They couldn’t hang on long enough.  Oh well.