whambam
...thank you, madam
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I like walking through deep drifts of golden-brown-red leaves on a crisp autumn afternoon, the chill of the air set off by the liquid shafts of light that move through the trees. A faint hint of mist in the air, a bonfire burning somewhere. That tinge of woodsmoke, and the knowledge that ahead lies a warm and welcoming home, with a hot drink and a comfortable place to sit and stretch my legs out, feeling the muscles still firing. But that's a little further on; for now there is just striding like clockwork, slow, but purposeful, wallowing in a sense of the rightness of the world around me.


