the first taste of autumn,
its chilliness and orange glow
gently sweeping the change of seasons

a brother and sister
chatting with plates of food
ham-cheese croissants and cherry tomatoes

the brother chuckles,
cheeks plump with youth
eyes yet unfazed from growing up

his tiny body unburdened
he's wearing his father's sandals
and they are ten times his size

we fill the waning dusk with banter
I scruff his hair like I always do
what kind of man would he become?