The Road Home
a walk through the leaves from Kyran Pittman on Vimeo.
Near our home, there is a boulevard of shops & restaurants he calls "the City". It is as magnetic to him as any metropolis is to a small town boy with big dreams. When it was time for the return leg of today's walk, the only way I could coax him the half-dozen blocks back to our home in the sticks was to point him toward a river of dry leaves in the gutter. Perfectly sun-cured for leaf rustling.
He shuffled through it joyfully until it ran out. Then he realized he'd let himself be diverted. "The City is gone," he said.
"Yes," I said. "Let's go home and have some milk, and a rest." I hinted that there might be more leaves just around the next corner. There were, and we did.
I wish it would remain just that easy.
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