Walking Through a Little Pile of Leaves
On the days I work from home, I do my little stomp around the neighborhood to maintain a sense of well-being.
Just the other morning, I passed a pile of leaves that had fallen from a ginkgo tree, looking like a thousand swaying skirts along the sidewalk. I’ve never noticed the tree itself, despite passing it dozens of times on this loop I take through my neighborhood—up the hill, through the cemetery at the top, back down again—but now it stopped me where I stood. After I took a picture, looking down at my feet, I waded through the depth of the pile and sent a few leaves fluttering. How nice, I thought, to have these little things.
Programming note: Enthusiasms will be off next week, and back in December after a long nap on the couch. Happy Thanksgiving!