Over a year since I came to this place, sometime I got asked ' have you been to somewhere' a lot, and it was ok at first few times, then every time after  that I get ashamed for me, mine negligence about this city, and things with it.

I went to this place today, actually a mountain, not a very high one, but one famous by its red leaves. Glad I have been to there, glad I did it, cuz this is different from what I do on a daily basis, glad I caught it.

Clearly the wildness of nature force has it way to approach its beauty to man's eyes so easily, some people can easily exaggerate this feeling and I can be so easily fooled for things told by others. But no resenting, something I made to myself that I would never have resentment.

I was

                                            We were...

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My thoughts flew with the wind on the peak, it's so amazing.

Leaves’ turning into red, somehow, just one night, then, it’s all different.

Wondering leaves, these red leaves, it's just like a very good something something, things that they would memory.

The redness, like a virtue, justifying the life they had, the summer or spring, just few months, its colorful life, the affection to branches, to trees or even people whoever sat down them.

Like a relationship came to its end. Even all the love faded away; still, we have memory about it. Just like a red leave, the feelings of warms lips, the kiss, the sparkles, everything, ever, ever.

When it came to it, the redness would just dance down and rest beneath, mix into the dust, and bond with the tooth of the loved tree.

It's how the red leaves have to their ever behind. Only some cling-cling to the foregone, and be comings maybe. So vivid, Vividly enjoyed it.

Such is my idea of living it