Red Leaves

What if I moved to Massachusetts. Not right now. After college.

Then, say I made some friends.
Then, say they asked me why I moved to Massachusetts.

I would roll the answer around in my mouth for a while to measure its foolishness.





Red leaves.






I came here to watch trees become rainbows.

I moved here to know the day Fall arrived. To step outside of my house, take in a long, deep breath and declare, "The air is crisp today!"

I moved here to caress pumpkins. To kill the slugs in my garden until I grow a beaming orange globe.

Frost.

I moved here see dirt freeze into tiny little ice caves.

Grasshoppers.

I moved here to see a grasshopper lay its eggs in a wooden fence.

Acorns.

Acorns are magical. It's why they are always stolen.

Thunder. Lightening.

I came here to be interrupted.


But the real reason I came here is because I fell in love with this place a long time ago, and I was never able to put it behind me.