When you think of fall you think of summer nights turning chilly, school around the corner, and the leaves changing color. The leaves wait so patiently in the tall trees growing until the rain or wind make them fly off into the crisp air and hit the hard ground. Each leaf is very different from all the others. Some are small, some long, some more than one color, and some tall, but they all have things in common. All leaves have a stem and all eventually turn brown and disappear under the winter snow. Every leaf has its own design around the edges that make it unique from all the rest. Some leaves only have five stems that lead off of the center and some have up to eight. The texture of all leaves is very rigid and bumpy, if you even slightly crush them they will break apart. When you step on a leaf it makes a crunching sound that sounds like someone eating chips and occasionally you can hear a small crunch of an acorn or stick under the leaves. Once the leaves fall onto the fresh cut green grass they look so still and sad as they have just left their family up in the tree. They ly there through the chilly mornings to the chilly nights. The only movement the leaves encounter is from the occasional wind that drifts them away as they dance around in circles and make a soothing melody when they hit the ground just to pick back up again in the next gust. Some leaves encounter someone walking here and there who has no care for them and just walks on them as if they are not even there. Someone may even rake these poor leaves into a bag where they are brought to a dump to be put with other waste and smells. The smell of the leaves is so soothing as it brings so many memories and sights to your mind about the season. Hot coffee, a cozy sweater, and a good book.