I had forgotten. somewhere along the way misplaced the memory. allowed responsibility of age and role erase the anticipated simple joy…and then it was there. the crunch. on an autumn’s day walk, unplanned, unaware, hand in hand with my girl. my body tense with mission and task. my mind lost in the troubles of the hour, interwoven with maternal verbal affirmations for my chatty companion. our stride brisk with intent, her little legs almost running to keep pace. our feet lift from the cement path in one step and land again in a bed of CRUNCH with the next. a slight pause. a small grin. an exchange of glances. another step, another crunch. our pace softens. a melting away of mission and task. a recollection of the simple autumnal joy once again restored to its rightful place. inside the crunch.