I sat by the river contemplating life.
In that short span of time, the seasons begun to change, and I said goodbye to my childhood days.
They disappeared down the river as nature blew a gift into my palm.
I smiled, melancholy.
And the autumn leaves melted in my hand.
Kymberli Roberson lives in Illinois where she is currently hunting down the goblins of writer’s block.
What was the short span of time?