Furious, Joseph stood on his front porch and gripped the railing with both hands, jerking his head around this way and that, looking up into the trees for something he couldn’t quite see. All around him the colors of fall played like happy children: the autumn sun, warm and golden, was busy yawning the world awake while a gentle breeze ruffled both the curling tips of Joseph’s grey white hair and the orange leaves he glared at.
Absolutely adored this line:
"All around him the colors of fall played like happy children: the autumn sun, warm and golden, was busy yawning the world awake..."
Thank you! i still think that sentence could use a little massage but it’s getting there!