This morning, as I walked to the mailbox to drop in some packages, I came to the end of the sidewalk and stopped for the leaves. Which is an unremarkable thing really, they're dead leaves. But I had this urge to pick up a handful, crush them into confetti & run under them as they fell.
It was awesome! It smelled like someone took a zester to autumn and it felt like being six.
And that impulsive moment I'd forgotten what every little girl with long hair knows...
leaves are a bitch to comb out.