Kissing someone goodbye wasn’t what I was reminded of; it was the swirl of autumn leaves part. A gust of wind came through about the time I left the front door and the three big trees in our yard discarded about fifty percent of their dead leaves.
“A swirl of autumn leaves”? It was more than that. I stood there a few moments, ankle deep in leaves, and contemplating what the next move would entail.
It’s the price we pay, I guess, for living in the prettiest part of the state.