The Walk

It's evening. The sun slowly fades as the artificial street lights take over. The aroma of the after storm, wormy and thick, fills the air. The birds are whistling and the frogs are crouching in the shroud of nature. The ground is wet. The trees, the sky, the light, all displayed in the mirror of the street.

It's fall. Weeks before, the trees were dressed in beautiful green ornaments of leaves. Now, autumn has taken over. Slowly, one by one, the leaves' pigmentation transforms into shades of red and brown. In the lamp light, it makes the forest glow like the sun, ready to captivate the eyes of the strollers.

It's honeymoon time. A man and woman are newly wed, taking their last walk through the park before sunset. Recently, it rained. The dark brown umbrella appears golden from reflection refracting from the droplets of water on its surface.

The man wears a traditional dark suit while the woman wears a t-shirt and a short skirt. Both are deeply in love, as the woman's left arm gently grasps the man's right arm. The pathway they walk on represents their life together. As every second passes, the man and woman slowly reach the end of their path. This path's end, however, is a blur. They cannot see the end; they cannot see their fate.