We glide through the park. The wide pathway open and welcoming, rolls us along it's surface. I stroll and my son observes passing trees and squirrels. Oh, how precious these moments. Where nature captures us in it's glory. Winds soar through us. Trees dance their ancient rituals and glorify the atmosphere. My senses are teased. I feel the air, light and sweet on my cheeks. I hear the wind whispering a world of secrets to me. I breathe fall's aroma. Leaves exhale as their chlorophyll dissipates and rustle together like party goers after a slow song. Is that the last dance? Do you want to go home? No, I still have some energy left, let's stay.