On this most beautiful of fall days, we parked at the parking lot for the Roosevelt shelter and went onto the trail behind the Parish Hill building. 
We took our time, skirting around the western edge of the golf course. There were only a few other people on the trail, and we only passed one other person on foot. It was almost windless, and yet, several times during our walk, leaves just started falling all around us. They weren't being blown down; it was just their time to tremble to the ground in the autumn sun. We rested under a blazing yellow tree and laid back on inches of fresh leaves. There won't be many more days like this this year.
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