a walk to forget

The morning was cool. Green and yellow leaves, spotted with brown, littered the grass. I found that walking on fallen black walnuts unexpectedly can feel very strange, or even turn an ankle. My toes were getting damp and cold from the morning dew. I was beginning to wish that I had worn something other than my cotton canvas shoes. I kicked vainly to get the leaves unstuck from my shoe. No matter, more leaves knocked it off and replaced it.

The bark on these black walnut trees sure was attractive. Wet, deep dark, pure dark were some adjectives that came to mind. My toes were getting too cold. So I went back inside.

This is a work of plausible fiction.