Typically when the windows to the flat are open, I hear the semi-continuous sound of passing traffic on the A4. I’m used to it and it’s normally without honking horns or loud music. It’s just a busy road in front of the building with a buffering of trees and garden between it and our walls.
For just a few seconds this afternoon, the traffic sound stilled and I heard the distinct whisper of fall’s drying leaves dragging and scooting each other against the pavement in the breeze.
I stopped what I was doing to watch them. Then the sound of cars reappeared.
I love the fall.