I had the opportunity to take a walk up a forest road this afternoon. Far from 'civilization', all you could hear was the rush of water in the creek.In the silence, if you stopped moving and simply stood, you could watch leaves gently falling, unfastened from the branches where they've spent the last six months or so and drifting down through the air, sometimes twirling or momentarily catching the sun.
Most of the time we tend to be so busy rushing around within our pre-programmed agendas that leaves in the act of falling are something we don't even notice, much less stop to consider. But I can tell you that it's one of those beautiful small gems of an experience, like sitting in the luxury of the sun's warmth on a particularly cold morning. Try it if you get the chance.