Nov. 10- Were I not ever picking leaves out of my 5-week-old's carriage, he'd be camouflaged within 10 minutes. We picked a perfect day to go on a long walk and the trees picked a perfect day to shed- 65 degrees and sunny. I sit now on a red park bench under a canopy of bright orange. The audible breeze gently tugs leaves free and rattles the rest. When I walk again, the peaceful sound will be joined by a pleasant crunch.
My eyes trace the leaves from the sun-illuminated clusters above to the crowded ground below. They seem to fall in slow motion and twinkle in the sunlight as they tumble. My son's eyes are closed, but soon he'll be able to trace things too since he is currently learning tracking. There will be no leaves then... maybe snow flakes.