I walk through the drizzling leaves and make a wish on each leaf as if it were a shooting star.
The wind sweeps through us and sends the leaves into a synchronized swim. I stand shivering out the memory of that first Autumn back in 1990, when the rusty scent of leaves on the lawn was so new when raking leaves was an adventure under the treehouse, when David the Gnome and Gummy bears and Inspector Gadget made me laugh and cry and dream, when I couldn't quite get warm even with a winter coat.
The leaves drop one by one with my yearning for a time when a single episode of David the Gnome could make it all better. I dip my face into my warm scarf and continue now in 2015, I carry with me these leaves from my past.