I'd rest my head on the window pane,
as the bus moved down the road.
My eyes would imagine horses prancing in the fields that we passed by.
The continuous stream of colors on the fall-blanketed hills,
and the dancing leaves like animated fairy dust as the bus sped by,
was what I'd treasure and miss the most.
p/s: This picture I took look like some tumblr image that people would stick some emo caption on in the foreground.