I love my autumn walks around the neighborhood, even when it's a little drizzly like it is today. I love to watch the colors shift and the moods change. I love the way the smells alter with the chemical changes in the earth and air, with each slight dip in temperature. There is an especially sharp sweetness to each season now, with a tiny, hot hand clamped onto mine, her grin, the apple-flush on her cheeks, the way she skips for the first time through autumn leaves, collecting pinecones and fallen sunflowers with nimble fingers. When we were waiting to become parents, I dreamed of the way a child would intensify our experience of the world, bring back the deep, shining wonder in every tiny detail...and so she has! Oh, so she has.