The leaves were brown.

Today was another uneventful day in the woods. Eating, looking at trees, seeing dogs run loose and people who shouldn't be aloud outside. I always eat too much, i always smoke to much, and i always do too little. Not that I'm complaining, i still get to sit in the countryside with my best friend laughing at stupid things. Today i dressed like a hippie, i didn't even plan it, the outfit just sort of came together, which i must add NEVER happens for me. I wish it was 1962 and i could casually sit in a field smoking weed with no shoes and sing, laugh and dance until i couldn't anymore. Ahhh if only i could. As soon as i stepped out my door, my father started singing all the leaves are brown, and all the leaves were brown.