Ice Age Old We all love an autumn walk and dragging our feet through the rustling carpet of colourful leaves bedding a forest path in fall. Ochre, crimson, copper or brown, depending on what stage of decomposing they were when they fell from the trees, the dead leaves work their magic on us. We greedily take in the soothing feeling selflessly provided by nature, the bit of sanity so much needed and the escape provided by a few hours hike to recharge our batteries. We selfishly don’t give anything back, though. We walk, drag our feet, pick a chlorophyll deprived...