#40. LEAVES

 

#40. LEAVES 

Sitting quietly on a bench minding my own business. A leaf falls and hits my left shoulder. Startles me a bit because it’s a big one. I think it was sending me the message: Pay attention -- fall is all around you. Pandemic fall number two. 

Few masks in the Park, but that’s ok, I guess. I’ll focus on the colors: yellow, orange, muted green, beige, russet. And I’ll cherish the underfoot crunch of leaves that brings childhood memories of raking into piles that we could dive into and roll around. I don’t miss the raking. I do miss the diving. 

 I notice the Park workers are collecting leaves into one huge pile in the east end. Dare I dive?