The autumn leaves of red and gold
Red and gold, brown and crisp. Unlike the vividness of spring, the vibrancy of summer, or the sameness of winter, the subtle beauty of the shades of autumn, set against the undertone of windy chills, was more believable.
"I've got that damn scarf you wanted, so just get over it already. It really didn't mean anything when I gave mine to her."
Gintoki only limply threw a handful of leaves into his face and walked away.