Raking the yard the other day, we made a couple of massive piles of leaves.
The cat flitted in and out of them. I remembered when the kids used to
romp in the leaves and thought even further back to when my brothers
and sister made leaf piles so tall they could jump out of the trees into them.
The jumps: daredevilish; the landing: soft.

I still love the crackle and crunch of leaves underfoot.