Usagi loved Autumn. The beautiful colours, the intriguing smells and the heightened anticipation and flurry of excitement as Christmas approached. She smiled as a group of small school children ran past her, their laughter [and the calls of their exasperated mothers] ringing in her ears.
It was perhaps her favourite time of year, she thought, as she watched the leaves of a tall tree above soar through the sky on a gentle breeze that tugged gently at her hair. It always reminded her of whispered messages, where would they end up? Would the receiving hear them?
Usagi pondered on this for a moment, before letting a small smile escape her lips once more and turning up to the sky, whispered,
"I love you Mamoru."
