Pods

At our office, I get the mail. It’s the high point of my workday, no matter the weather, a chance to leave the bustle of the office and breathe the soft air and stretch my legs. Yesterday it was late when I went out. The sun was low and the leaves were tinged with gold, and as I locked up the mailbox and stood with my arms full of letters, a breeze stirred the branches and sent a snowfall of fluffy white seed pods floating around me, each one spinning gently, falling and rising a little and d...