The Scarlet Red

As heading down the streets of Paris, I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air somewhere behind my ears. Leaves fell twirling around as if, autumn started a bit early this year. The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' . Was the nature romanticising around? Or was it just my another delusional world dawned? My heart became a bit tachy, skipping a beat or more and the eyes just forgot to blink in the flow !