Rollerblading in fall

In a church parking lot down the street from where I live

The smooth pavement glides beneath my feet

It's the closest I'll ever be to flying 

The leaves crispen and fall

The grass less vibrant than before 

Puffy clouds like cotton balls above me

Covering the glare of the sun

A beatle walks on the pavement 

A song from Pavement plays in my headphones 

Drowning out the sounds of the wind playing in the trees 

And my heavy breaths

Something bad is going to happen soon,