Love the smell of yellowed leaves on the ground, like the way they go *scrunch*when I walk through them. It's like having a friendly echo following you around. It was windy today and the leaves were rustling and dancing along the footpath.
I walked through a corridor of large Elms, Oaks, Birches - their branches intermingling and joining to form an arch above my head. I stopped and looked up, with a smile on my face because you were there with me,and realized that the arch was really a tapestry of brown, gray, green, yellow and orange. Knotted, gnarled, twisted limbs of ancient trees, scarred but not bowed by the knowledge they have accumulated through the decades.
I looked at this tapestry and wondered, attempted to unravel its message and in the end, the only thing I was sure of was that the sun was winking at me!