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The autumn breeze carries fine drops, each one a promise of the rain to come. As newly chilled air moves the clouds, streaks of brilliance break through from a patient sun. I let my eyes rest for a moment, feeling the ambiance of street, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting my brain be still. Then when I want to see, it's as if I just arrived here, beamed in from some other place and time, able to see clearly.

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This autumn breeze has a way of moving my hair, of tousling it into buoyant curls. It carries with it the fragrance of earth, soft after the washing of the rain and a sweet and steady sense of joy. And as it dances with the canopies of flame, it alights both eyes and soul, yet more as the feeling of a mother's lullaby, a comforting delight.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2019.
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Autumn breeze and scarlet leaf come together to choreograph the new season. The street in its new gaiety no long says "walk" but instead "dance with me." Nobody waltzes to work, no-one does the tango to the bus, but inside we hear the music that belongs to the autumn, the notes that strike a chord with our inner rhythms and keep us younger inside.

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The autumn breeze tousled Rose's hair and pinked her cheeks. The warmth that had been in the wind just last week had either evaporated into the sky or leached into the earth. It gave life to the long grass at the side of the road, still yellowing from the high August sun. The strands swayed out of time with the gusts brought on by the traffic, a postage stamp echo of the prairie wheat fields she knew as a small child.

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The soft susurration of autumnal leaves overhead was as good as her grandmother's words to Nuni. It was as if the breeze carried her spirit and gentle ways. A small way further up the woodland track a flurry of leaves became free of their boughs and fluttered down in their unhurried way, tumbling to join their sisters on the earth. Together they made such a carpet of vibrancy and texture. Each footfall brought a crunch. She tugged her touque a little lower over her ears to keep out the chill, the first sign that old man winter was not far away.

By alainajoshi34, October 5, 2014.
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Red, orange and yellow, in various different shades. All of them floating gracefully on the soft breeze. It was as if a friendly hand was gently lowering them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air, whispers and mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their long, lonely years.

By ec1aire, September 5, 2014.
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It was the magic hour, when the sun dyed everything in gold, when it finally stopped raining and the clouds partially disappeared, allowing some sun rays to reach the city. She left her house and started walking down the street. The light was sweet and the cold autumn breeze after the rain welcomed her like an old friend. The calmly sound of the soft wind caressing the autumn leafs covered her ears. Some of them fell over her while walking and she smiled. She missed the smell of the rain, the fallen leafs and the autumn sun. It was mid October, and she could feel the autumn breeze running through her veins, caressing her lungs and lay deep inside her heart, filling her with a nostalgic, calm happiness she had no memories to have felt it before.

By purestarlight, September 5, 2014.
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The light breeze touched the leaves and they danced in the air of November. A small girl, wrapped up in a warm coat was smelling the sweet air that was all around her. She could almost see the wind, for it seemed to move everything slightly, like it was in control over the whole earth. Her auburn hair flew in wild directions. She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear and kept walking through the swaying trees. That day it was cloudy like nature was planning for a storm, but that moment was so perfect, the girl had to be outside.

By elizfarley, September 9, 2014.
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The cold crisp air blew through her, rustling her hair and chilling her bones. Leaves of red and brown flew past in a whirl of motion signifing the darkness that was to come.

By Tayla Munro, September 22, 2014.

Tayla.

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The Autumn breeze is soft, calming and peaceful, the season of which your mind is clear.

By saygoodnightmoon, September 16, 2014.
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The trees were pushed away and shivering as gales of wind were blowing through the valley.

By haninabdullah149, August 12, 2015.
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Love is just like an autumn breeze blowing and carrying your heart slowly with it to more romantic and exotic places than ever seen with eyes.

By aaraizjanankhan, August 12, 2015.
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My hair whipped into my eyes carried by the brisk autumn breeze. Winds like this never failed to amaze me; a chilly blend of cinnamon and warm spices, carried by whispers of warm winter fires yet to come. Leaves rained down throughout the park; warm blends of red and orange that softened the hard edges of the coming cold season into a picturesque transition. I shivered, deep inside my puffy, army-green parka. Everything seemed to be that shade of green these days; the trucks that barrelled by, carrying supplies and even soldiers off to war-even the food was wrapped in army-green packages and given out in rations.

By theincrediblehulk, October 21, 2015.