Autumn Winds
Hey all…this is the second part of my four seasons arc...told in four parts, it is a short drabble or story on seasons, as told by the Ami or Amis that best personify that season. This is Feuilly's reflections on autumn. Part one was my story Spring Fever!
Disclaimer: seeing as I'm not dead, I'm not Victor Hugo, therefore I only own The Plotline!!
Feuilly, armed with a paintbrush and his paints, went to work on his latest commission…an oak tree as the foliage changes, an admittedly odd commission for a fan, but it wasn't his place to question the clients. As he traced out the first of the branches, he found himself reflecting on the nature of the very season he was depicting. Paris had been in the thrall of rather typical autumn weather recently, and it was easy for one to think that autumn was just a cruel joke of whatever god they happened to believe in, but Feuilly knew better. Autumn was a time for preparations, the time when farmers gather their crops for the coming winter, when artists stock up on candles and find a place to room for the cold season so their paints don't freeze, when every animal makes their final arrangements until the next spring. Even the children are preparing for something; Christmas. Most children, Feuilly found, started being extra good for Père Noel during September, and go back to being as naughty as their little hearts desired during the spring and summer.
He held up the finished fan to dry, not quite believing how easily he made what his friends were sure to call a masterpiece. He, of course, noticed every flaw, and although they were tiny, he threw it away. Autumn may be forgiving compared to her sister, Winter, but a flawless piece of work put more food on the table…