The morning is cool and damp, but come, walk with me. We will don our woolly scarves and mitts, and be grateful for that warmth.
As we enter the leaf-strewn path, our footfalls mute. Birds tweet and observe our passage from their spy perches. Fluffy-tailed bunnies scamper for cover, but we mean no harm. We are simply walkers who came by one autumn day.