There is nothing like walking with the wind pushing you, tearing leaves off of trees and ushering you along in a storm of brown and yellow and leaf-lace earrings tugging wildly at your earlobes as the wind tries to coax them off to join their doppelgangers and passersby being baffled when you stop in the middle of the path and gleefully contemplate how much effort it takes just to stand in a wind like this.

It has been a bit since I’ve actually communed with nature and my life is finally, if nothing else, worth living to experience wind and soft gingerbread cookies.