*From the middle of one of my stories*
The November air was making her pull her sweater tight, and hide her hands in her sleeves to escape the chill that was running up her spine. The sky was completely black save for the few stars that was peaking out from behind the clouds. There was that breeze again, shivering; autumn had finally set in. The trees were nearly bare now; the orange and red leaves were blanketing the ground signaling the change in the weather, and a change in her life. Closing her eyes, sitting down and swinging back and forth, back and forth on the old porch swing. Swinging, she listens…
