Bare branches stand stark on the hill. I stand in the quiet, listening to the final remnants of summer falling to the ground. Silence. I move and leaves crackle underfoot. Released, I shuffle my way through them, kicking them, listening to the crunch and rustle. Child-like in delight. Amber, chestnut, gold, russet… the colours dance. Sheer pleasure. A symphony of scent and sound. Autumn surrounds me.