i can smell autumn dancing in the breeze

“Look, Obi-Wan!” A young child shouted to his friend, pointing to the tops of the trees where the leaves were beginning to turn red, yellow, and brown. Some already rested on the ground, gently dancing in the breeze.

A ten-year-old smiled at the seven-year-old. “Yeah, Anakin, it’s almost autumn. You can smell it in the air.”