The cool, heavy air makes things quieter in the woods. With the pungent smell of decaying leaves, the sound of squirrels scurrying through the leaves gathering nuts for winter, the north wind and an impending rain, I can tell that Autumn has us firmly in it's grasp. You can hear a single leaf fall from the tree all the way to ground if you listen hard enough. Yes, the woods is going to sleep. Sleep well my friend. I'll check on you from time to time, until you awaken again.
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