this_7_year_old_boy cr0wl he looks to the left as if there's something more than the ordinary morning to see and hear it is autumn fire slowly burning out and the inevitable whisper of winter but he doesn't call it that or even think it could be described that way instead he puts his hands in his pockets breaths steam and walks to where his father is leading him unable to choose his events like a leaf waiting to fall tumble and decompose 081110 ... bsc breathes 081110 what's it to you? who go blather from