Absolutely Beautiful

Nobody likes November. “It’s cold and wet,” Lulu says.
“It’s dull and it’s freezing. Especially here in Minnesota.”

I don’t think so. It’s pleasantly cool, and the trees in shades of orange and yellow are bright in contrast to the gray sky. Perfect for walks.

In my notebook I write down notes about the scenery. “It’s like the leaves have been brushed with gold leaf,” I write. “It’s like someone took this scene and repainted it in hues of fire.”

It’s absolutely beautiful.

Sometimes I feel much deeper than my friends, like I have a broader mind and a more open soul. I can see the beauty where they can’t. I’ve never crushed on a guy for his looks.

Life is weird, I thought. Crazy and weird and twisted and unpredictable.

Absolutely beautiful.

View this story's 5 comments.