If I had to choose my favorite season, it would definitely be fall. It is a sumptuous time to relish in a plethora of rich and vibrant colors. It is a time to soak-up the very essence of nature. As I stroll down the cacophonous city streets, I am drawn to the silent, cryptic-looking trees. Their long branches radiate, bursting with lusciously colorful leaves. For me, these attractively hued trees hold a delightful treasure called happiness. The beauty of fall captivates my senses like a lover enraptured by his beloved’s kiss. I happily become lost in the world of reflection and tranquility. Helpless as a newborn, my senses are heightened for my connection with nature becomes irresistibly deep. The mere sight of the brilliant red, orange and yellow leaves instantly arouse memories of my playful childhood.
I begin reminiscing about the days, when I used to absent-mindedly collect the fragile leaves of every color and shape within my reach. Time would stop. Only the rustling sound of falling leaves would bring me back. I would take a deep breath and sigh. Smiling, I would I continue gathering my precious leaves. Sometimes, I would assemble an enormous pile of leaves, and then carelessly leap into it. This simple yet joyous act would leave me feeling refreshed and exhilarated.
Now, bundled in my warm jacket and scarf, my boots make a crunching sound upon touching the withering leaves. I leave the hubbub of the city and briskly head for the pristine mountainside. Hiking among the trails flourishing with ubiquitous trees, is time well spent. Like a breath-taking sunset, the autumn views are strikingly gorgeous. Along the way, I become particularly mesmerized by the gentle multicolored leaves that haphazardly drift with the current in the stream. As the crisp breeze rushes by, I eagerly try to take a snapshot in my mind of all the marvelous beauty this season unveils.