I shuffle through the leaves like I did when I was little. The rustling, crunching sounds underfoot bring out my playful side and give me joy. I close my eyes, hold still, and breathe in the invigorating cold air mixed with their marvelous scent of decay; sweet, with a hint of spice, and a touch of bitter. The feeling it gives is hard to put into words. It is not unlike the experience of listening to dissonance resolve into consonance in my favorite symphonic music. It feels elating yet I want to cry. The weight and lightness of being. All wrapped into one. XO
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Post by Susan Tuttle.