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A Fall Walk

There is nothing more beautiful than taking a slow walk through an enchanting forest on a chilly day in fall. The enormous trees that tower above are completely covered with leaves of many colors. The leaves all become a swirling mass of browns, reds, yellows, oranges, and greens as the gentle winds sway them back and forth. Mesmerizing gusts gently bend the trees to and fro in a seductive dance. The crisp leaves make rustling noises that echo across the forest in a wave. And the caressing winds gently pluck the color-soaked leaves from the trees' deadened branches, and carry them swiftly across the darkened sky to the frozen ground below. A bed of the fallen leaves covers the cold, hard earth and make crisp and crunching sounds with every footstep. And the air is heavily coated with the faint, yet familiar smell of firewood burning somewhere nearby. Icy breezes turn all exposed noses and ears numb as they whip around in a playful game of chase. There is definitely nothing more relaxing than taking a slow stroll through a quiet thick of wood in the fall.