crispety crunchety...but not butterfinger.

so i was looking up at the ridiculously clear blue sky and really just enjoying the gorgeous weather. the trees are obviously not as beautiful as new hampshire's, but every now and then you see a surprisingly red or orange tree amidst the yellow aspen and the green of the pine and unchanged trees. the nights are cool and perfect for sleeping, the days are sunny and sweet with an airy breeze. i absolutely love the sound of the leaves, for some reason i just don't hear it as much in summer...i suppose it has something to do with the crispness of pretty much everything. crispy leaves, crisp temperatures in the morning and evening, crisp apples (although you can't go apple picking out here unless you know someone with an apple tree). i also love the smell of a wood-burning stove...there is something crisp about that smell, but i can't put my finger on it. its also a very comforting, homey smell. when i take my morning walks with p (and sometimes fina) its fun to walk along the edge of where the sidewalk meets the street and crunch along in the fallen leaves.