There are few things more enjoyable to me than running through leaves on the ground, kicking them into the air, and hearing them crunch under my feet. As a child, I used to run around my backyard, jumping into piles of neatly raked leaves and rolling around in them. My brother and I would throw leaves at each other in mock battles. (We’d have to rake them back up once we were done though) The smell of leaves in autumn brings back so many memories. Even now, I find simple pleasure in walking through silent paths carpeted by fallen leaves.
A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.