At the playground this morning it rained leaves. It was a cloudless, warm, fall day. The leaves were primarily yellow. As beautiful as the falling leaves were, even more so was the way many of the people in the park paused, looked up, and smiled. As much as I wanted to keep watching the leaves fall and respond to my son’s amazement, I couldn’t help but watch all of the people in the park–young and old–watching the leaves. It was like a big…group….sigh.