It was autumn. The city glowed with the colours of orange, yellow and brown like the lingering light of embers in a fire. Crisp leaves coated the streets and the pavements. The trees were beautiful colours, reaching tall towards the acute grey sky. Up above, the orange leaves fell upon the city centre like raindrops falling from the sky. The harsh silver buildings contrasted greatly with the mellow, pastel colours of the nature surrounding them. The buildings lined the silver streets, as far as the eye could see. They appeared like guards to the city, protecting it from malevolence. I walked down the road. The air was frosty, but underneath my bright red scarf, deep brown coat, red and white bobble hat and fluffy white gloves I was toasty warm. As I walked down the street, my hands tucked into my pockets, the cloth encircling my gloves, the cold air bit at my face as the wind whirled around my ankles. I turned down an all too familiar route and with a slight turn I entered the park. This time of year, it really was a sight to behold. The grass was ever green, sprinkled with dew making it sparkle in the cold sun; the leaves were dancing around merrily in the wind, the trees swaying as if praying to the gods. In the middle of the park stood a fountain, tall and proud, spewing water out day after day, the water cascading down its edges, glistening in the morning light. Next to the fountain, I saw him. Peeta. His eyes were trained upon the children, who were laughing joyfully as they jumped into giant piles of orange leaves. Everything was a game for them. They were so full of joy and innocence that it just lit me up. I tiptoed up behind Peeta, tapping him gently on his muscled shoulder, a baker's shoulder. He flinched slightly but upon seeing my face his face curved itself into a smile and he leaned in kissing me gently on my chapped cheek. Calling the children we walk hand in hand round the park. I am truly happy, content with Peeta's undivided attention and the joy that the children bring. It's moments like these, so full of joy, that the image of the hunger games completely escapes my mind, allowing it to be free and jovial. Just for a little while.