A short story I started..

Its a cold crisp October afternoon you can hear the leaves crinkling together. Greeting the morning breeze with a certain tenderness he puts a smile on his attire.
He walks passed a brush of the last trace of last years seasons.

With taking another step he trips into a pool of water leaving his fresh new kicks to shame.
He furiously storms away from this catastrophe only to run into a stranger and his hours of grueling and grunting of organized papers fly into the air like confetti, "what a wonderful and horrific day this has fallen into" he thought to himself.

Organizing his precious papers that are now just going to be another addition to the trash, he recollects his thoughts and tries to remember that things always come in threes. Now his spirits are low and his hopes of finding a silver lining to this perfect fall afternoon.

He gently glazes a strangers hand struggling to help him with his morning blunder. He is too flustered to even look up and offer gratitude of kindness for the tiny effort of the stranger or a general thank you. In attempt to keep any suave charasmatic body he might still having a drasting fall into the new season, he smiles and walks away in a hurry without looking if he left anything of importance behind. That was the third the wrong he did but he was in a hurry and walked in direction of the wind.

The stranger was drinking a coffee rushing off to nowhere but was certain it was somewhere a few minuscule moments before the klutz and the rest of the world woke up for the new day and new doors being opened to that crisp yet perfect what the news report would call it. So as she slurped down the caffeine that feeds her hunger she always craves. She jumped out of her place of rest and left a few dollars on the counter. She bid farewell to a a local whom could have sworn recognized. Smiling in agreement that the local can hardly recognize himself the waiter poured her a double cup to go and out the busy streets she went.

Before embarking on any journey, she ran into the man with the nice dress pants. They were nice pants before her coffee was added on to his outfit. She laughed to herself, its so typical just usually she is the one who looks like a mess. Before she could apologized the stranger was gone.