One of my all time favorite sounds is pinecones crunching. It's kind of like the sound of stepping on a bee, but less morbid because a pinecone is already dead. It's a sound you get to hear only once per pinecone, because you can't resquish them.

Here is what I dream of: I step outside, and I walk along a road of pinecones, and they all crunch. It's never winter, except when I want coffee. And my mailbox is full of chocolate, because somebody sent me some cuz they know I like it.

If you want to know a secret, it's too late. Unless you beg on your knees. I might tell you.