Dead Leaves and Skin Musk

[doomsday_disco]

Every leaf tells a story.

[Invidiana]

Imagine raking leaves on a bright October day, with orange, red, yellow and brown leaves dancing in sudden gusts that kick them up at your feet. Some swirl above your head as they drift down from the trembling branches of oaks and maples. Dry leaves brush against clean skin. When the sun begins to sink and porch lights switch on, you come inside from the chill but still carry the unmistakeable scent of autumn with you. It mingles with your skin,  and you drift to sleep as if in a bed of autumn leaves.