Just a random little drabble about the changing seasons, from Illya’s point of view.


Illya made his way slowly through the park.  He smiled as the wind ruffled through his hair.  It shook leaves from the trees to scatter them on the pavement.  Some swirled around, passing his feet as he walked.

He knew that some people didn’t like the end of summer.  However, he saw it coming with eager anticipation.  He already needed a light coat in the mornings and evenings.  The leaves were turning from green to gold and red.  He knew what that meant and he couldn’t help but smile.

After the leaves had fallen, there would be snow as well.


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