light patterns

a mist clouded all the edges today as i walked back to my cottage from school. small golden locust leaves had thrown themselves in a random pattern across the gray sidewalk--a last bit of summer sunshine whispering goodbye. earlier my class watched as a true southern gentleman loaded his long rifle with powder and fired creating a flash of sharp light and a crack of thunder bringing down to the present an echo of battles of freedom. for better or worse, time is the mist that softens the intensity of those realities.