When I was little, we used to play in piles of leaves in the fall. Jump in them. Roll in them. I hear that their colours are beautiful but their sounds and smells and the feel of them is equally beautiful to me. when you walk in them, they swish. They crunch. They move. You can kick them and hear them skidding down a path. Walking in leaves makes you feel very powerful. Or it makes me feel that way. I love the smell too. Sharp smell that reminds me of fall. And to touch them. Rough and some of them crumble in your hands. It is a great pleasure. And a little sad to think a season is changing and soon it will be cold and icy and snowy.