Walk across the bridge, fade into the colours of fall. Feel the crisp, cool air tickle your lungs and the wind rushes through the trees creating a whirlpool of leaves across the forest floor and deer scamper across your path and in the air you can smell the firewood burning in the cabin on the hill. You smile to yourself as you anticipate sitting before the fire with a tall glass of cocoa tea. Ahhh yes, fall is upon us once more, its the time of year to cuddle up at night, listen to the wood crack and pop as you doze off to a peaceful slumber.
This marning, I will walk to a far away place, where the hustle and bustle of the concrete jungle is not heard, and mother nature is enjoying the peace that comes to the earth when there are no human beings around. I will find a path, where the leaves rain down on the inviting trail, so I can take a walk on a rainbow created by the season.
Its that time of the year, when the world of green gives way to constant colour, where there is no sharp edges, one colour blends into another, creating a whole different shade where they merge. And the air feels like you have just eaten a piece of winter fresh gum. These colours, they make up for the lack of summer sunshine, these colours makes you feel like you are walking in sunshine. Its the time when you hear the fist Christmas carols, When the sent of Thanks Giving meals permeate the air, and Granny is hustling to get the Christmas shopping done, buying things I know we will never use. Ahh yes, fall is like fools gold, something to remember when you are tracking through snow, with frozen noses and almost frost bitten fingers. Ahhh yes, site back and watch the world fade into fall colours.
It Marning time, get up and smell the salt in the air, oh yes me friends, it feels goo to be alive. But if you are not where you can smell the salt in the air, have no fear, you can wake up and smell the sweet mountain air, enjoy the crisp cool fall morning, with crystal coloured dew dripping off the trees that are about to become confused at what shade of red, brown, yellow they want to be. Its fall in the mountains, but its still a never ending summer on the island.
Suddenly she heard a scream at the back of the group. She turned and ran towards the sound, her feet sliding on loose rocks. She finally got to the rear of the group and saw Henry leaned over the side on his stomach. One of the Bokors held his feet, but, was slipping to the edge. Donkor got to them before she did and grabbed one of Henry’s legs. Akosua dropped down on her stomach next to Henry. She looked over the edge and saw Kwao hanging his feet dangling. He did not look afraid, just a resolve of his pending death. Henry held him up by one arm, his face contorted with pain. She looked down, but could not see the jungle. The wind bounced off her face causing her dreadlocks to whip around. Trees grew out of the mountainside, rocks stuck out, but neither was close enough for Kwao to put his feet on. Birds flew out of a hole in the mountain, swarming around him. His screams echoed down the mountain.
“Hold on!” Henry screamed, but slowly he was losing his grip on Kwao’s arm.
“Grab my hand!” Akosua shouted, leaning down, stretching her hand down to Kwao. He struggled to bring his other hand up. For a second, Akosua had hold of it, but they were both sweating and she lost her grip. Henry grunted as all of Kwao weight pulled on his shoulder, almost ripping it out of its socket. Donkor and the Bokor warrior slipped closer to the edge, unable to get traction on the loose rocks.. Some of them hit Kwao and he began to bleed form the head. Akosua stretched her arm down again.
“Try again!” she shouted. Henry slide towards the edge and Akosua leaned down more; the other Bokors and the warriors grabbed hold of her legs. Kwao grunted loudly and swung his arm up and grabbed hold of Akosua’s arm. Together they pulled until Kwao was safely on the path. They all lay looking up at the blue sky, trying to catch their breaths.
About five minutes passed before anyone spoke,
“That was close,” Donkor said as he sat up. Akosua smiled and turned to him.
“Now that was good team work,” she said. Kwao sat up and looked over the edge.
“I stopped to take a drink and someone pushed me. Luckily a tree branch stopped me, or I would have been done for.” He said a nervous smile on his face.
When the leaves cover the sidewalk, and floats down onto the benches, and onto the hoods and roofs of cars, and everywhere the world is covered with brighter earth tones that shifts with the wind, the cool wind that tickle your skin as the air grows colder by the hour. And you tremble a little, and sniffs the cool air, you realize it is the beginning of the season when time falls.