I love it when leaves begin to change color and gently detach from their branches, and taking a walk involves the crunch-crunch of dried leaves crumbling underneath your feet. I've been taking sunset walks a lot during the past month or so. Instead of these walks being a really sweet and romantic thing involving hand-holding to stave off the chill, they are solitary walks that end with me shivering anticlimactically at my building's yellow door. It's all very bittersweet, but that's sort of the way that autumn is supposed to be, right?