I went for a run the other day and my park was going crazy.
Ah it looked like a painting straight from the French Impressionists.
The yellows! The browns! The oranges!
The cute, crunchy sounds of fluttering leaves!
I had to stop, sit on the little bench to enjoy the moment.
I actually wanted someone to shake the ground like a big snowdome, so I could dance through the park as the leaves swirled around me.
It was such a beautiful moment.
Have a wonderful week!