A descriptive paragrah

an assignment from a writing class: "tell me your favorite season by having me experience it in a descriptive paragraph"

     The air is damp and you can smell the moisture as you walk outside. You continue on the path to the park, clutching your jacket every time the wind blows. Leaves rustle with each gust and a soft crunch sounds beneath your feet with each step. As you look around at the beautiful scenery you try to take note of each color and every shade.  There are bright golden oranges and soft yellow, deep maroons and dirt browns, but each has its own shades, with each leaf varying in hues. You hope that it won't rain while you're out but you look forward to a stormy night to help put you to sleep, Autumn is truly a glorious season with all of its changes and all the holidays to come.