In the fall, when trees sprinkle their leaves on the streets, and cars passing over create small gusts of wind that lift the crisp, brown leaves so they flutter furiously and swirl and chase each other in the air, and dance on the pavement like agitated confetti in the car's wake... I love that...
9.24.2003
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