Thanksgiving

Last night I dreamed Wesley was running down a leaf-strewn street toward me holding out a piece of paper. It was his report card, and he had four A's and a B. He was so disappointed in that one B, but I kept telling him how proud of him I was.





This morning I awoke to rain, and when it became light, I saw that our driveway was covered with gold and rust and umber leaves. I don't think I'd ever seen that many on the ground here before, and the contrast with the gray November sky and evergreens was rich and mellow. Through my window, I could see the silent wind blowing the dark, wet branches and solitary leaves dancing toward the ground.