Moon Child

Luna kicked around the dead leaves on the sidewalk with her worn in, converse sneaker. Usually she felt most at peace when the leaves began to fall, but this year all she felt was contempt towards the changing seasons. She had suffered a earth-shattering loss, yet this earth went on as if nothing had change. It's apathy left knots in the pit of her stomach. Luna stopped abruptly and stared up at a tree. It was nearly barren - all except for one single, green leaf. How stubborn it seemed in its blatant ignorance of its changing surroundings. Before the tragedy Luna had personified this leaf to a t. Everything about her screamed indifference from the cowlick on the nape of her naked neck to the muddy heel of her shoe that left an unapologetic trail wherever she went. But most of all, she was always resolute when it came to her dreams, which were always plentiful. Now more than anything Luna felt like all the other fallen leaves. She had given in to the inevitably of a cold and lonely upcoming winter just like everyone else. There was no sun to melt around her freshly frozen heart. The sun had died with her father.