Listen, to the leaves descending through the natural, youthful, yet so ancient air. Feel the golden, brittle leaves crunch under the power of your leather soles. Smell the scent of life, fresh untouched petals so rich in colour, pure in sight that seemed so dangerously beautiful. Look at the trees so perfectly twisting into shapes so naturally unimaginable, standing so elligently, like a predator of the scene, dominating. Feel the essence of soft, refreshingly cold wind stroking, running through the thickness of your dirty blonde hair, giving you the one feeling you have never had confidence to posses, peace.