trees with wavy branches, entangled, reaching up to the sky.
Footpaths that I can't go down because they have big No Cycling
signs on them.
Gravel paths that are still wet and crunch.
A hill that I never knew was there, making it difficult for me to
Copper colour leaves.
Dogs chasing each other into the lake.
A woman whose whistle for her dogs almost sounds like she's calling
Leaves clinging to bushes, in the clearing, in the forest.
Ducks swimming after dogs.
The bank around the edge of a clearing filled with dead leaves.
Two school boys telling a joke about a Chinese man.
A couple holding hands.