yesterday, i was walking to my car from my "free expression in a democratic society" class. the sky was this romantic purple-grey and thunder was booming in the distance. all the sudden, the wind began to howl around me, playing with my hair and snatching all of the yellow leaves from the trees lining the parking lot. the leaves would dance in circles through the air, hit the ground, and then skip across the asphalt, making this perfect crinkly noise as they bounced. you know that sound? it's dainty and delicate - and it makes me want to crunch all the fallen leaves underfoot. i will forever go out of my way to step on crunchy leaves. it is 100% satisfying, because i believe there is something the tiniest bit lovely in destruction. the death of fall - leaves being ripped from their perch, turning them into dust with my foot and that gratifying crunch - the transition is captivating.
these pictures were taken a few weeks ago on a sunday drive to bridal veil falls + the alpine loop. my heart is so full from the beauty i have noticed all around me during this autumn. at times, it's been the sole happiness pulling me through.