One morning we set out in search of Fall but instead found something much grander.

In the woods, we crunch through  leaves and scare a flock of crows that have made their new home near the brook.  Less people are walking now so they aren’t ready for us to crash through the dryness toward them.

Up and down the stairs.  Over the bridge. Through the tunnel of branches.

Tears because we’ve left a much-loved dolly back on a bench.

Collected acorns in a small hand.  Some left on a tree that hint of animals who might need them.

Sunlight and shadows. A too-big sweater borrowed from her sister because that was all we had.

Shedding burdens for a few minutes and I’m aware that all of this is a gift.  That I don’t deserve the least of it: the tiny hand in mine, the deep breath of a cool morning, the surrounding of family and watching the world through eyes that aren’t mine.

We looked for Fall and together found glimpses of other things:  each other, peace away from the norm, and joy in this small moment.

Where have you found joy in the “tiny” lately?