Essays in Existentialism: Thanksgiving
Could you write one about a family thanksgiving dinner?
The street was filled with bright yellow and orange leaves, burning bright against the deep black of the road. A beautiful sunny day, the leaves fell down like rain, glittering in the late morning light, while the breeze tossed them around, filling the almost dead lawns with another layer to add to the piles. A lone car made its way through the neighborhood, watching the canopy road become a little more bare.