Seems like when you’re on the road, you notice things more.  Like the late fall leaves.  Or maybe they’re extra bright here in Catalunya, which is why they demand acknowledgement!

Sometimes I watch the Eleven O’Clock Crew and think, Silly me, that I can’t seem to abandon my Highly Serious Life long enough to connect with my inner Leaf Tosser, who is no doubt tisk-tisking at my lost opportunity. We all have one, don’t you know?–an Inner Kid dying to sweep up greedy armfuls of Everything and pitch the goods as high as they’ll go. Could be that the litmus of our youthfulness is the relative excitement with which we bound through the courtyards of old monasteries, foraging for things either to save (acorns) or throw (big, dry leaves).

You ever think about that?

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