There's something truly satisfying about a huge drift of autumn leaves. I don't know if this stems from the subtle colour variations of the leaves, the smell, the rustling sound and papery quality, or the formation of drifts beside roads and embankments and their scattering across lawns of verdant green grass.
Whatever it is I am filled with an urge which I've had since childhood and which has never dimmed despite the passage of time...to run through such a drift scrunching and scattering the leaves and sending them gambolling and scurrying. The sound is music to my ears, the thrill edifying, the joy insurmountable. It is such a simple thing to do and yet it fills me with such pleasure and the years fall away. I am the child I once was, naive, innocent and full of wonder. It makes me so happy and yet is so simple. For a few brief moments cares and woes are forgotten and give way to the simple sensation of glee.
Perhaps everyone should do this at least once a year so they release their inner child and remember what it was to enjoy pure fun for fun's sake. Then go and jump in a puddle and do the same! Magic!
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