The leaves fall hitting my face, like raindrops escaping from the sky. They swirl on the ground the fair winds causing them to skitter, and jump. The rough noise like that of nails caressing the concrete. Jarring in its comfort. They pool, like the rain, in puddles of their own. Urging me to kick them, and let them dance. The little child within us all. Screaming with delight as my boots meet leaves. Some crumble immediately under my feet. But some are propelled back into the air. Free to be grabbed by the wind and pulled into the cycle again.