Monet yellow. Monet orange. Monet Red. The leaves gives such life to the ground. Carried by the wind I love to watch the mixtures kiss and once again separate. Together again for only a few months. Together again they feel the touch. No cold. No freeze. The Leaves keep themselves as ease.I get this great sensation when the Fall is near. For it used to be my favorite time of year when I was a kid and got ready for that new fall smell. The leaves gracefully dancing and singing to their own beat. Moving and holding each others hand. Monet falls end and thats when the briskness wonderland of winter begins.