A Frosted Kiss

Sitting alone at a local Starbucks coffee house, I gaze out the window and see the bright orange colors of the leaves, as they gracefully fall from their branches and float down to the ground, one by one.  The piazza, is chilly, yet the old stone columns give an allure of old world sophistication, amidst the hustle and bustle of the inner city streets.  Cars fill the cobble stone lane, as people walk bye, hastening their arrival to their chosen destinations.  Water shimmers, as it moves about the shallow pool within the fountain in the square, a cold breath, a chill is in the air, like a frosty kiss amid a cool November day.

This is how I see the world...