Just cold enough to cause me to pull the ends of my long sleeves over my knuckles and curl my toes within my socks. Such clean, chilling temperature causes me to want to be sheltered by my skin. There is nothing cozier than feeling comfort in your body. I am reminded how the flow of my blood and the hair on my flesh work to bring me warmth.
I am tempted to steal the richly colored leaves but they are the treasures of the ground and that is whom they belong to. I know that if I take the treasures from their place, they will immediately lose their value. The earth has set a spell on them so that they cannot be taken for granted by the greedy human beings.
The rays of sun that leap through the branches of the trees catch my eyes just enough to excite the rods and cones within them. My pupils shrink in order to manage the light and my brain releases the feeling of happiness into my nervous system causing those cute little bumps to emerge from the skin on my arms and neck. In response to the chilling of my skin, the rays produce a quick stroke of heat that puts my cells at ease.
