Leaves goeth, before the Fall....

Head down, leaving work, I spot it.

15 feet ahead - the first brown, dry leaf of the season.

I am compelled.
It is compulsory.
Smashing it with my footstep,
No edge protrudes from beneath my shoe.

Relishing the dry crackle that whispers "fall".


I secretly stalk them, these first leaves. You may see me - meandering in an arc, out of my way (sometimes ten feet out!) just to hear the sound again.

When I was young I loved the springtime.
As a teen and twentysomething summer was the season to cherish.

I find it interesting, that my preference for the season aligns with my stage in life...

Almost there, fall. Almost.

It is coming.

And no love yet for winter.