The smell of autumn is very distinctive in the air. The colors surrounding put a sense of repose into my soul. Every September when the atmosphere is filled with a crisp chill it reminds me of high school football, the sound of marching band, hot apple cider and my high school art class.
My name is Julia and I am a hopeless romantic. I guess that comes with growing up in the southern hospitality region where men open the doors for women and have the most upmost respect. My senior year in high school I fell in love with a boy who had no idea that I had the thought of interest towards him. He sat quietly behind me concentrating on his designs, barely ever looking up. I on the other hand was full of energy and spunk. Filled with artistic ability, I would complete my assignments with no difficulties and then walk around the classroom to admire the work of my classmates. Admiring his work, I would constantly look behind me at him, occasionally being caught by his eyes. He would look up and through his rounded brims a shy smile would peek. However, never a word would he speak. The homecoming week approached and I wanted to ask him to the dance, but too shy to approach him I sunk back into my world. The day of the event was magical. The football team was on a high for its winning streak, the cheers were loudly bellowed by the cheerleaders and I was looking forward to asking him to dance.
The leaves on the trees had changed colors and were slowly melting to the ground, allowing very little green to seep through. Walking into the gym the cascade of streamers adorned the walls and balloons floated on the floor. Looking around I saw many of my friends but nowhere was my secret crush. Throughout the night I glanced at the door waiting for him to appear, but there was no sign. The semester was over, the year was half way gone…and so was he. Graduation came and went, he didn’t walk the precession, and he was gone out of my life. My heart was broken and lost. I would never know of his love.
I graduated from college and started my life. I had become a graphic designer for an advertisement company and moved to California. My surrounding had changed, the seasons had changed. There was a client in Northern California who asked for my designs. I was still fairly new in the business, so I was surprised that someone would ask for me specifically. Arriving in Point St George in September brought back the memories. The cool air grasped my skin and the aroma filled my lungs. Sounds of the leaves swaying and watching the colored leaves float to the ground brought me back to those high school days.
Walking into the client’s office, I opened the door and to my surprise was the boy of my art class. I thought he never knew much about me. I thought I would never see him again. He moved away from home our senior year to pursue his dreams in California thinking he would never look back but there was one thing on his mind that he couldn’t forget. The smell of the autumn wind reminded him of me.
My name is Julia and I am a hopeless romantic. Fairytales do come true.