Crackling Through the Dry Leaves

I bolted straight through the open garage side door and hit the rough driveway! Piled right against the curb was a brittle heap of dry brown leaves. I didn't slow down for an instant—I charged forward and leapt boots-first right into the middle of the mound! CRUNCH-SNAP-CRACKLE! The brittle fragments burst outward in a spinning spray of golden flakes! I threw my arms up, wildly stomping my heels like a percussion beat, sending broken husks scattering across the grey gravel. It felt like bursting through a pile of dry kindling!