Love Is A Many Colored Journey
The sun was shining, the crisp air refreshingly biting as Miles and I walked down the leaf covered sidewalk, our fingers intertwined while Miles' mixed breed dog, Pesu, affectionately known as Pess, frisked happily ahead of us. He stopped here and there to sniff before bounding on although never beyond the reach of the retractable leash that Miles held in his left hand.
The crisp leaves on the ground crunched underneath our shoes as we walked along at a slow, loping pace which allowed the dog to bounce around and explore without losing sight of him. I took a deep breath, catching a slightly pungent and smoky scent, with the faintest hint of apple, drifting in the air.
I stopped briefly, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, closing my eyes and just enjoying the sweet and pungent scents that went along with this time of year. It was amazing how everything seemed perfectly balanced in autumn and how things seemed to slow down as