the equinox

not until the septempber equinox did i recognise the falling leaves who appeared to be in a rush. they chased a sudden wind so hard that they left the trees behind. it was in a town where i expected to feel the very autumnal phenomena but ended up with mild disappointment. then i changed my mind, for the leaves had done what they were meant to do exactly on the right day.
they were waiting for the right moment, that i realised. then i got satisfied.

now i am here in a town where i spent most of autumns in my life. as it is in october, the air is surprisingly humid and the autumn seems to be not ready to hit the city. also surprisingly that the scary part of autumn fades away and the cheerful part remains and grows. shamelessly, i would reckon this as the evidence of me growing up.