The Boyle-Galestiantz Family||Portland
The day was cloudy and grey. The birds were watching us from their places on the wires. The leaves were turning yellow and falling through the air. The squirrels were out collecting nuts. A little girl walked hand in hand with her dad and picked up leaves to show him. She walked on top of picnic tables and splashed in puddles of water and ran through piles of soggy leaves. She wandered around underneath red canopies and stomped through patches of mud and climbed into her mama’s arms. When she followed a squirrel, we followed her. Her parents think she is a little wonder, and so do I.