Ideas, paragrapgh one chapter one

It was late November, the golden leaves had begun to fall from the white wooded trees. Landing gracefully onto the forest floor, which by now was littered with reds and yellows. A chilling wind came from the north sweeping away the warmth from my bones. My arms wrap closer around me, pulling the leather of my jacket tighter against my body. The shuffling sound of my boots against the dead leaves was accompanied ,by song bird melodies, tree limbs stretching, the many tiny animals scurrying around my feet in the brush. And of course, the howling wind.