Lisa was sitting lifelessly on her seat, looking out of the window. It was the month of october, the true starts of the month of fall.
The leaves dance from branch to ground, each a colorful flag without any strings or pole, free to roam. People feel the breeze, rich with the aroma of the earth, the keeper of the seeds, for the springtime to come.
There is calmness, as if all the gold, berry-reds and brown that flutter about is a cozy quilt, bringing everyone the same piece as the night time.
It is the time people once again see how the trees are clad in the many hues of the soil, see how their bark is their fingerprint, speaking to the people of beauty in their silent way.
Lisa watched the beautiful weather feeling no joy with empty eyes. Cristian kept glancing at her from time to time but he didn't dare to speak at the moment.
He was particularly very terrified by Lisa's silent behaviour, he had never seen her so quiet and broke before.
