...oh to be walking through the higher elevations on a gray autumn day, the ground moist and covered with fallen leaves and pine needles, every step evoking the scent of wet earth and pungent brush. Various shades of brown and orange and yellow and muted greens are everywhere. Deep breaths of crisp cool air burns nostrils and tickles the lungs. Only the crunchy sounds of your footsteps and wind whooshing through the quickly thinning leaves breaks the silence. You talk to yourself and marvel aloud.