In mid autumn, the leaves scattered across the forest floor as the cold weather took over the world like an iceberg. People gathered leaves as the swirling mist surrounded them. The rain dribbled over the children, as the man continued his adventure.

As the church bells rang from the château, the villagers celebrated the end of autumn. The hills surrounded the village like a metal cage. The sun awoke and stretches its arms, whilst warming up the frozen village.

As the trees danced and the church bell rang, a frail, exhausted man tumbled down the leafy path. The clothes he wore, were moth-eaten and unwashed. his shoes are tattered and leathered. Painfully,, he tumbled down the rock path with a tawny brown hat stopping the sun from blinding him. Carefully, the man carried his butterscotch backpack as he tumbled down the sharp rocks.