After a harsh summer, the trees had finally started to loose their color. The wind was just starting to become cold, and all the animals that use to be around were all nearly gone now. The young women caressed the rope that held the old tire swing to the dangling branch of the Maple tree. Her movements were soft and appeared like they were long thought about, yet she never looked behind her towards the window where the old man watched her silently.

The man wasn't creepy, however he didn't want her seeing him behind the window pain. His face was focussed only on her, and you could see that he was thinking about something so deep that it kept his mind from finding peace. He watched hard without moving, stiff with tension, like he was fighting with himself and losing to some kind of guilt. His face slowly began to turn red as he stared across the yard at her.

The women kept her back to him, knowing that he might be looking at her. his gaze drove down her spin, like a ominous light touch. She had to be mad at something and only the old man in the window knew what it was.