It was quiet, until the sound plopping caught my attention. Even the small breeze didn't cause much of an uproar among the leftover leaves of of autumn. Someone else was falling, and for a moment I didn't know what, until an acorn came crashing down, just missing my head. Dodging this way and that, I managed to get through unscathed just as another gust of wind blew through the tangled branches. More began to fall, even when the air was still, for sitting up on a high branch a squirrel dropped the shells. The hard covers of the acorns smacked against the asphalt as they fell, like hail only these from the trees. Finally there was cover from them. I wondered if they would get me the next time as I traveled back.
Images taken by Mizuni on the campus of Eastern University. Graphics by Mizuni.
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