The air is cool and the leaves on the tree across the street have finally changed colors and it’s already late November. I must be in LA because when I grew up in Chicago by the middle of September the streets were full of leaves. They were golden brown and we would make HUGE piles with them and then jump into them like we were jumping into a pool.

I remember my dad burning the leaves in the street right next to the curb. The smell was incredible and the smoke rose up slowly and you could see lots of rising smoke from all the houses in the neighborhood and when we were through we would go ito the house for hot cocoa with marshmallows on top.

 

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