"So am I," she replies. She kisses his cheek, takes hold of his hand. "Shall we go look at them up close?"

The wind has blown the leaves into piles near the edge of the forest. She steps into the piles and the leaves make the most satisfying crunching sounds, just the right state of dryness!

She laughs, delighted, at the sound. Crunch, crunch, crunch! On a whim, she flings herself into a pile of leaves, feels them crackle under her weight, cushion her leap. She's smiling so wide, looking up at him from the leaf pile.