One day, while the kids were at school, I looked out the window and saw that someone had raked leaves in a very strategic place, ready for an afternoon of fun after school.
Fall days, when the air is as crisp as the fallen leaves. When the light comes in on a tired slant, ready for long summer days to end. But lingering on a golden angle, reluctant to submit to the short days of winter.
Perfect for slide plowing into leaves.
And Fall Football- of course.
