Stepping on Leaves

As I walk down the narrow side walk, I make a constant effort to leap onto every leaf in my path. Hearing the ever so delicate crunch under my navy, flat bottom sneakers. Sending the sound upward and into the cracks and crevices of my bones where nothing else goes. Vibrating into the veins of my forehead sending the shivers back down to my toes. Like the ones you get when you listen to Amy Winehouse wale into the microphone or when you touch the gentle palm of a new born baby. Loving the every feel of this autumn gold.