I look out of my window and admire the crisp copper leaves falling off the trees that sway gently in the Autumn wind. The clouds overlap each other, making the sky a gloomy gray. Downstairs, I smell the sweet scent of cinnamon apple candles burning while Mom makes a pumpkin pie in the kitchen. I warm my hands up by the fire, drinking hot cocoa that I'd been clutching in my hands to keep warm. I close my eyes and imagine me frollocking through the leaves as they sway up in the air and float back down, and I can't help but let out a smile at this thought. Oh what a joy Autumn is, is it not?