The first day of fall is always nostalgic.
The air has a certain smell.
It brings a sense of comfort
muddled with apprehension.

The sort which gave birth
to that silly little saying
which begs you to disobey
"don't look down".

So you do,
down into the ravine,
between the slats in the rope bridge.
Your heart starts beating a little faster.

You feel every muscle in your feet.
You step twice as true.
Before you look back up
you're on the other side-

Iaughing a little,
feeling silly,
crunching leaves underfoot,
safe and sound.

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