Okay… when I think of the word leaves while sitting in the middle of this October cold snap, I think of all the wonderful colors about to come my way here in Ky. I love falling leaves, the sound of walking through dried out plant life, and colors of changing life. Even in death there is beauty as the reds, yellows, browns, and inbetween come out to play. There is a feel and a smell to the air that makes me feel young and alive. This time of year rejuvenates my fantastical side, makes me smile, and strikes a match to my artistic loves…

And since I love these colorful creations, I will place them were they can lead my characters further along their journey. Yep… sounds good to me… I think I will continue my short story from the 2nd with a trail of fall leaves that shouldn’t be falling in Myrtle Beach. muhahahahaha…. Yep… Lots of leaves… But there are a lot of things you can do with the word Leaves… You can focus on the way they fall, change color, blow through the wind like tiny tornados… Or you can think about the hassle of raking them into piles or maybe the joy of jumping into those piles when you’re young…. Or just walking down a carpet of leaves, enjoying the view or wondering what could be hiding beneath them for warmth…