On a Walk Like This

On the walk to school, bright leaves fell around us the entire way. The mile journey felt magical. With our hands raised towards the bright blue sky, adults and children alike twirled to catch the falling leaves in their hands. We knew we'd have a wish granted with every leaf we caught.

I caught two bright leaves in my mittened hands. Another father caught one and cheered. By the end of the walk, we'd all caught at least one.

We knew that something wonderful awaited us in this kind of world where leaves fall like this, on a walk like this, with neighbors like this.