We discovered an exciting new game today: Oak leaf catching. It's kind of the autumn version of catching snowflakes on your tongue.
While walking home through the meadow from my mom and dad's, the air was filled with dancing leaves. Some were floaty. Some were like projectiles. All swirled, twirled, dived, ducked and eventually came to rest on the ground.
We chased the leaves until we were out of breath and giddy.
You had to have good instincts and even better luck to actually catch them. Esther was really good at it. Me, not so much. Isla just ran in circles shouting, "I got one, I got one." The power of positive thinking.
It was hard to tell if the leaves just couldn't hang on anymore, or if they chose to simply let go, take that leap of faith, and fly.
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