An old man shuffled through the leaf piles. He kept his face sober. Not even a smile cracked the old face, and yet he walked through the piles of leaves that leaned closely against the concrete curb. He couldn’t fool me.
I knew he deliberately walked through those leaf piles. A child yet lives in that old soul.
I want to whisper, “Don’t hold back. Make a clean dive into them. Throw them into the air. It’s okay to smile and have fun.” We passed each other with somber expressions, but I’m sure my mouth twitched with a smile and laugh.
Have you tried to be the “grown-up” and were you found out?