Ever herd the musical whispers of dried rustling leaves on trees? The leaves that look like gold coins dancing on the tunes of the wind?

SubhanAllah, it's beautiful.

Try sitting alone by the warm crackling bonfire on a chilly day surrounded by fall trees, whose leaves speak to the whispering wind. The mind instinctively starts contemplating on Allah's bounty and wonders. SubhanAllah, quite a radiant experience, a spiritual uplift in today's secular society of Godlessness (is that even a word?).

Unfortunately I had to bring my wondering mind back to reality to finish some readings!! *sigh* university will never let us relax...