The chilled breeze.
The wind in my hair.
The leaves swishing loudly.
I could hear shouting everywhere.

The warm summers gone.
set aside for the year.
aunt screaming loudly.
There was no sense of fear.

I could hear the shrieking whistles shout.
Foggy mist was in the air.
It was crowded and noise filled.
But no-one seemed to care.

As we tumbled into the train cart.
I had thought about this September.
This trip to New York.
Was the trip to remember.