Date: 11-4
Location: Front of north end of Rogers
Time: 930-945
Weather: Rainy, 44.5˚F
Leaves from the horse chestnut trees were strewn across the pathway, mixtures of browns and yellow, soggy from the rain and unable to produce the sharp crisp that reminds me of autumn’s jumping-in-leaves. Soggy grass complains with a belching squish as I trudge through the field. Next to the lawn, a large mass of earthworms had crawled out to soak up the moisture from the torrential rainfall, only to be squashed by the passing student or mail cart. A few lucky enough to evade the feet were pecked on by a bird at some point. Regardless, most were starting to dissolve into the water. A stench of decay filled the air (or maybe it was solely the wet co
ncrete). Grasshoppers or crickets were amazingly singing their chirps in the air. Did they really expect to find mates in this weather? Or perhaps they were forecasting to the rest of the insect community. Rainy days were indeed here once more, with a lightning storm a few days ago at night. I wonder if my poor umbrella will the stand a chance against the torrent. Intermittently, a mechanical leaf raker swept up the leaves that I had only momentarily passed through. With a loud cacophony, it whisked the leaves into the pyramidal compartment, ready for use later on hopefully as compost.
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