Waking up on this brisk morning, the fresh Autumn air invites me to explore the outdoors. I skip through the trees, taking in all the different sounds: winter wrens chirping in the trees, squirrels scampering away from me. I find myself down by the small pond that is covered by a light fog. The pond is surrounded by tall trees that shade it from the morning autumn sun. The reflection of the trees is shown on the pond and it makes me look down into the other side of the world. I wonder about what's on the other side until my thoughts are disturbed by little ripples in the water. Small tadpoles attract my attention as they swim in large groups, reminding me of a musty cloud on a rainy day. As I carefully watch the tadpoles my mind imagines what life may be like for them: swimming all day with their brothers and sisters, enjoying life to the fullest. Then my mind sparks with an idea. I run back to my house filled with eagerness and grab an old jar from the cabinet. The jar is dusty but as far as I am concerned it fills my mind with wonder. Back at that pond I search around feverishly for the tadpoles once more. After searching for what felt like hours I finally found them near a large log that had fallen in the water. I dip the old jar down into the water to try to capture the tadpoles. I caught what seemed like a million into my jar and stared at them forever. They bring me joy and happiness as I watch them in the jar and I never want to leave them.