Molly Curley

Falling leaves

As the tires crunch over the fallen leaves my eyes watch as more yellow orange and red leaves graceful dance along my cobblestone driveway. I knew as soon as I opened the door the cool fall air will hit my skin and I’ll be able to breath the fresh air and familiarity of being home. I click the button on my visor and the right side of the garage begin to open as I slowly pull into my sacred space. I grabbed my purse off the passenger seat and place my feet onto the cool concrete below me. As I step out of the car I look around the garage in the corner upon a platform stands my partners took bench and chest. The bright red is stark against the light grey walls and makes the red of the American flag seem even older than it is. The whole garage is neatly organized just like my husband likes it. Tools and bench in one area car cleaners and special pieces in cabinets and always freshly swept. The garage and shed outside are his domain. The shed matches our home which is light grey with blueberry blue doors and shutters. It subtle yet stands out surrounded by trees for miles. Our drive way has woods on both sides for 1/8 of a mile until it opens to our front yard and house.