Imagine yourself here, under this tree. You're walking around, hearing the crunch, crunch under your feet. Your view turns upwards as you scan the blue peeking through the vibrant yellow. Leaves are thrown up all around you, shuttering against the Indian summer breeze, cascading around like petals. You fall to the ground and make snow angels in the leaves, and let the warm sun rest on your closed lids. You are still; you hear nothing but the faint chirp of a Cardinal and smell the leathery smoke scent of autumn. Your friend joins you, offering you a cup of hot cocoa. As you sip, you reminisce and laugh from your gut. Your soul feels free, rested, and you are now ready to walk home.
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