In my cold hand, against my fuzzy coat, he closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate. I imagined him thinking, “I’m too cold to care what happens next.”
Leaf litter is natural. Yet somehow, we’ve come to understand leaves as the enemy of fall, litter to our parks, campuses and home yards. We seem to tolerate leaf litter on our lawns less than plastic litter in our waterways. We certainly expend more energy picking up the former than the latter.
