Can’t you just feel the frosty air? The geese are leaving for the season, and the leaves are dropping all around. The people in the old truck cuddle up to eachother for warmth, their hands cupping around a steaming mug of coffee poured from the thermos that they brought along. Maybe there is a blanket tucked over their laps. They sit in silence, drinking in the beauty. The windows fog up a bit. It’s a frosty September morning.
