A Leaf Pile
Driving back home, I looked for her, but she wasn’t there. Where she previously stood was a little pile of leaves. It looked so out of place since the rest of the yard was still blanketed in leaves, but in the middle a little mound neatly piled up. What was on her mind as she made that tiny pile? Was she remembering her childhood jumping in leaves, or perhaps thinking of her own kids laughing as they jumped in piles she herself had raked. Who knows what she was thinking but I hope making that tiny pile of leaves brought her happiness and some comfort.