A Gentle First Crunch

Is it... always so crisp in the evening air? I blinked, feeling a sudden warmth run down to the tips of my boots. Carefully, I lifted my right foot and set it down. A soft 'crunch' answered from the straw below. Behind me, the round orange pumpkin sat very quietly, and the scarecrow seemed quite content smiling into the garden. I reached out a small paw and lightly touched a dry stalk of straw, watching it sway. My boots held steady in the nest of golden stalks, and I gave a quiet, pleased sigh. #Hubermanproject #MOOMIN #Halloween #fall