Falling for Fall
On one particular Tuesday afternoon, the kids and I decided to walk one block behind our house to my favorite row of trees on Wilmington. During peak week, it's not unusual to see cars randomly pull over for people to hop out and take pictures, or even for the neighborhood regulars to stop while walking their dogs. The leaves are so vibrantly orange and red, they almost look fake.
I brought my camera and was taking pics of the kids and their friends doing what they do best- throwing leaves, jumping in piles of leaves, and hanging off of tree branches.
After a while, I noticed a car pull up. A young couple with a little baby got out and stared up at the vibrant colors. They came over to me and asked if I would be willing to take a few pictures of them on their phone, so I did- but I also offered to snap a few on my camera if they wanted me to. The husband and father went on to explain that they lived in Venezuela- where his wife was from- and that they were here visiting friends for a few months. This was the first time that his wife had actually seen "Fall," as we experience it here in Virginia. She had never seen trees this color before. My chance meeting with Austin, Christina, and Haley, reminded me to look at the world around me (or even just my world in Northside) as if it was the first time I was seeing or experiencing it. Newness wears off, of course. But that doesn't mean that we can't take opportunities to see something through someone else's eyes.