Leaf Jumping
Today I counted to three, took a running start, and leaped. Up! Over! In!
And landed in a pile of leaves.
I had never jumped into leaves before. In Florida, the leaves stay on the trees (like they are supposed to. Right?) and jumping into a pile of pine needles is not a good idea. (Not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything.)
But leaves—they are great for jumping into. There is a second where you’re just...falling. And then you are not falling; you are cradled in a bed of crinkling colors.
What is your favorite thing about fall?
And landed in a pile of leaves.
I had never jumped into leaves before. In Florida, the leaves stay on the trees (like they are supposed to. Right?) and jumping into a pile of pine needles is not a good idea. (Not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything.)
But leaves—they are great for jumping into. There is a second where you’re just...falling. And then you are not falling; you are cradled in a bed of crinkling colors.
What is your favorite thing about fall?
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