A seasonal addiction
Up until yesterday we were enjoying a beautiful peak fall foliage here on the Great Plains of Turtle Island. I have always been a tree-lover so I get very excited by the colorful display they put on in autumn. My daily walks are like stepping into a magnificent work of art. It is a veritable feast for the eyes.
But yesterday we had a horrific wind storm. We have a lot of those around here. In a matter of hours the wind stripped all the leaves from the trees, leaving all the trees buck naked. It was like going from summer to winter in one day. The beautiful fall foliage is now all on the ground.
My eyeballs are a little sad that the colorful painting was ripped down. But, overall, I am not really sad about it. The eyeballs had their fun. They have been luxuriating in the arboreal extravaganza for a couple of weeks.
Now it is time for my feet to have some fun!
Ever since I was a toddler I have always been irresistibly compelled to stomp my feet through any pile of dried leaves that I encounter. It is a compulsion. It is an obsession. It may even be an addiction.
All my life to this day I have been incapable of walking down the street and passing by a pile of leaves without stomping my feet through it. The sound of crunching leaves underfoot is intensely…
