Silver coins and autumn Leaves on a muddy Road

"I was walking down a muddy dirt road behind my childhood house, looking for a lost shoe I didn't actually care about. Suddenly I noticed the dirt was practically glistening, and when I scooped up a handful, there were all these smooth silver coins and crisp twenty-dollar bills buried just under the grass. I started stuffing my jacket pockets as fast as I could, feeling this absurd, bubbling happiness in my throat like I'd just solved every problem I've ever had. My pockets got ridiculously heavy and stretched down to my knees, but I kept finding more under every fallen leaf. Then out of nowhere I was in a brightly lit laundromat trying to count it all on top of a spinning dryer, but the bills kept turning into colorful autumn leaves every time I sorted them into piles. It didn't even matter though—I was laughing out loud to myself, just riding this incredible wave of pure relief and giddy delight."