Autumn leaves

He was looking around the empty square.
Wondering where everybody was.
The town was as emtpy as his heart.
From where he was sitting he could see the church tower.
And the fountain that had been switched off.
To save water and energy?
Because it was getting too cold?
Or just because no one cared?

He took his eyes away from the dead fountain and looked down at his hands.
Thoughts rushing through is head.
Thoughts he didn't know if he wanted to think.
But sometimes you can't stop them, sometimes they came when you least expect it.
A cold wind came, the coloured leaves flew past him on their autumn journey.
He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck.
And he looked up, and met her eyes.
The cold wind grew warmer.
And at that moment,
everything was perfect.