In the early evening this past month I passed a couple in the shade of a grove of huge trees that erupt from the long parking strip between the sidewalk and the street. It is a warm evening and we pass each other without slowing. We eye each other, they curious and suspicious because I carry a camera, while I am determined to be nonchalant. It never works.
I noticed he carries a leaf in his left hand, low at his waist, and I caught it barely.