Autumn season is here. Trees just got started changing colors while squirrels have been busy collecting and stocking up acorns for the winter. Fawns born this year have grown up as young deer. The air is becoming dryer. And the clouds are fling higher. Everything tells autumn is here.
In a couple of weeks leaves will start falling down. I consider it one of the best times to walk in the parks. Stepping on the layers of fallen leaves, I can hear the sound of autumn. There is nothing special about it and yet it is very unique. Just by playing back the sound in my memory, I can recall all the details of walking in the park… the colorful leaves, the autumn breeze, the chirping birds, the running squirrels, the hiding chipmunks, the idling deer, and even the crispy smell of the air…. the full experience.
As I age, I cannot help but think… am I in the autumn season of my own life? If so, will I leave any sound for others to remember me? Reality check: maybe not. However, that does not hinder me from enjoying the autumn. I will just record all the sounds of autumn in my memory like squirrels will stock up acorns. And, when I reach the end of my winder and lay on bed, I shall close my eyes, playback the recorded sounds, and enjoy the happy memory of walking in the park on a beautiful autumn day.
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