First leaves falling on my head

As every summer, we went back to the village where my dad as a little boy used to spend his holidays. There is this place that everyone knows as English Park. One could get easily lost exploring it. I was walking along its massive oak trees with my sister, old bike and two neighbour's dogs, and how beautiful it was when the warm orage light shone through the branches. And with the sunshine, first leaves started falling, or rather flying and slowly landing all around me. It seemed so slow. As if time wasn't even there. But at the same moment it was flying by and autumn was here again.