Here’s a story about a little game-like thing that can only be played during the fall:
One afternoon in the fall, decades ago, my wife and I had taken chairs up to the field to watch the leaves fall. It was one of those times in our lives – a bright, beautiful day, the kids happily occupied, bright, warm light, a cool breeze. And in that cool, bright breeze, leaves, scintillating with color, waving at us.
And as we were sitting, watching leaves dance and fall, we were so struck by the graceful, spiraling fall of one particular leaf, that we actually, spontaneously, simultaneously applauded it. And then, a little later, another leaf danced its way to the ground, with such unique and final poise that we applauded it, as well. Together. Each fall, a little death. Each dance, uniquely final.
A few minutes later, as the breeze strengthened, we were applauding again, again, and again, and our souls, I swear, were dancing together with the leaves, celebrating life and time and world. And we laughed. And thought about the kids. And carried our chairs back down to the house, still laughing.
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Too funny. It reminds me of one December where we were driving to our Uncle’s house in the country. We drove through a couple of towns and when we saw particularly pretty Christmas lights we would literally “ooh” and “ahh” at them. As we drove further into the country we found less and less to ooh and ahh over. Suddenly a single white yard light was the recipient of our ooh and ahh.
Love and laughter,
Lily