My shoes create a crisp crunch each time they make contact with the cracked concrete that is littered with leaves. The colours on each leaf dance together whether it is a perfectly timed tango or a dazzling disco it doesn’t matter because it looks spectacular. Cheerfully the vibrant orange, red and yellow that is found on every leaf scream that Autumn is here. Sneakily reminding you that Jack frost is just around the corner. I know that I have reached my destination because the smell of fruit flies through the brisk morning air. The street has tall wooden stalls standing proud offering their products. Oranges, apples, pears, blackberries full all the wooden crates to the brim. Interestingly enough Sally’s sausage stall is sizzling away, and the aroma of sausage .

 

 

 

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