Not sure if it's complete yet, but here goes:
Sweet cinnamon spices drift from the hot oven as it heats up my small home. Knowing I have time before my cake is done baking, I grab my coat and slip on my boots ready to take in the autumn weather on a short walk. Soon after I exit the front door and shut it behind me, a strong breeze flies by leaving my hair flapping wildly. I immediately wish I had thought of bringing my hat but quickly decide that I like the freedom of the wind blowing through my dirty blonde tresses. The air feels cool and crisp like the first apple of the season. I breathe slow and deep, taking it all in. I walk next to the curb letting my feet crunch the fallen leaves and I am taken back to my childhood. Back to those fall days where we would get up on Saturday mornings and go for a walk, looking for the prettiest of leaves to save for table decorations. We would get bundled up and skip through the piles of leaves lining the sidewalks. Giggling and kicking the brown crunchy ones up at each other. Oh to be carefree like the child I once was. I am brought back to the present as I feel large drops of rain kiss my hair and face. I smile as I stare up at the overcast sky, overjoyed by the perfection of the day. I glance at my watch and realize my timer is probably going off right about now. Where did the time go? I pick up the pace and turn in the direction of my house, excited to get out from the cold and into the warmth of the place I call home.
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