the best

Among the crunchy leaves, our mud-proof boots strapped on, and smiles plastered to our faces, we can't resist the late autumn sun! We won't throw away our gift of joy, but hold it, cradled in our chapped hands, relishing it's softness, it's warmth, it's crisp crunch, and it's pumpkin ridges.

All of these moments, pure and dear, we won't let slip away, not without a kiss. An aknowledgement, a thankful, hearty smack. What could matter in the face of this brightness? I couldn't say. We didn't find any acorns, but brick paths and lampposts, ginko leaves, and hand in hand under the sycamores, we don't mind at all.