leaf blowing.
the harsh buzz of it's electric motor seems to drown out all happy thoughts previously swirling inside your head and replaces them with the dull pain of a headache. every time. for me, patches of leaves laying delicately on the sidewalk, clustered along the edge of a brick wall, or nestled beneath the tree from which it fell is a calming scene. a fallen leaf signifies the turn of the summer season into autumn to which we greet with open arms and cowl neck sweaters. there's no need for all this blowing-around drama. upsetting the natural flow of things;
dang, anything else?
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