The Last leaf. 5 minutes freewrite

There was a strange sense of familiarity in the air as I strolled through the forest. The hues all about me had become muted, as though they were holding their breath in anticipation of an invisible event. One leaf, however, was clinging frantically to a branch at the path's edge, refusing to join its fallen comrades that were strewn all over the ground. The woodland as a whole seemed to be letting go and giving in to the seasons' inevitable course. However, this one leaf persisted, obstinate, colourful, and alive.

There was a strange sense of familiarity in the air as I strolled through the forest. The hues all about me had become muted, as though they were holding their breath in anticipation of an invisible event. One leaf, however, was clinging frantically to a branch at the path's edge, refusing to join its fallen comrades that were strewn all over the ground. The woodland as a whole seemed to be letting go and giving in to the seasons' inevitable course.

However, this one leaf persisted, obstinate, colourful, and alive.