Leaves fall.
They danced in the wind.
It lined the glowing orange rays softly.
It casted warm dancing shadows on the cold ground.
The orange skies are like flickering flame.
You held your breath.
As if inhaling the last warmth radiated in the autumn air
You closed your ees.
The wind blew and the fluttering of leaves stirred your calm heart. 

A few moments.
Orange skies exited the show.
What was left is the darkness that casted shawdows everywhere.
Fear crept in
Silence resounding across the streets.
Frost bite the sensitive tip of your fingers
Warmth left.

You are only left with the extinguished fire along with its smoke that choked you with fear.

"Tomorrow," you whispered with terror, "I’ll wait for the Sun to rise tomorrow"