Each summer, I live for the days when the leaves turn all shades of red, gold, and brown, and cascade from the trees. To be in the land of seasons again gives me no end of joy. I love to run around barefoot in the leaves and listen to their crackle.
Leaves to me is a sign of renewal, just as spring is to others. For me, it is the start of the next growth pattern, a time of sleep before awakening to stretch higher into the sky, reaching for the sun, sprouting luscious greenery again.