fall weather, the season of my birth
the cleverness of children (especially when my spirit is free enough to enjoy it)
cool weather clothes (or not…eliza hates jackets much less coats…goosebumps don’t mean cold)
the sun turning our dining room golden (and being home to see it)
the thrill of guiding groups of preschoolers
i look at this picture and like to imagine myself holding on, being led, in the sunshine, with others, to some good place.
i think that’s how it works.