As I was biking home from work today, I came across this gigantic pile of leaves in Rålambshovsparken along the way. A child’s autumn haven. I almost jumped in myself. And was surprised that no one else was already buried in the red-yellow-orange cloud of winter’s coming. But the day was cold – probably the coldest since summer considering as I write this, it’s started to snow! – and people hurried to get home in the fast-fading daylight.
Last weekend, I entertained my 2-year-old, soon-to-be niece for at least an hour by gathering a few leaves and tossing them in the air while exclaiming Weeeeeeeeee! Again. And again. And again. She loved it, and upon throwing the leaves upward, would mimic my Weeee! with a more Swedish version, Veeeee!, head tilted skywards and eyes scrunched closed. Sometimes it takes a 2-year-old to see the beauty – or at least the fun – in a few wet leaves on the ground. I can imagine this pile would be at least a week’s worth of entertainment.