Inspiration I

Early morning.
For Risa

It's freezing, the sun is barely up, the pigeons are still yawning and you're out on a mission. You're looking for autumn leaves, and not just any kind of leaves, no. They have to be special. Walking quickly to keep warm, you observe. Trees, bushes, dead flowers. Leaves, leaves and more leaves. Red-orange-yellow-greenish. Leaves on the ground, leaves sticking to your boots, leaves in the air. But not the kind of leaves you want.

Then you get to an abandoned brick walled building with gothic shaped windows. Its walls are covered with leaves; mostly red ones. Suddenly you find yourself forgetting about your leaves. What is this place? What's inside? Is anyone or anything inside? Why is it abandoned? Should I try to get in?

And that's what might happen if you start looking for leaves one good autumn morning.