I'm glad I didn't have a phone with me. Or an iPod.
Just a book and my picnic lunch.
I sat and ate my picnic in the park, listening to the leaves fall from the trees. It's quiet and you'd miss the sound if you had anything else to distract you, but they do make soft sounds as they fall.
And obviously they make a sound as the multitude of walkers and joggers crunch down on them, releasing the scent of fall, mingling with the vanilla scent of the allysum growing in the huge planter beside me.
I love fall and I love Indian Summers even more.