Moving

Leaves scatter across the front lawn, and I just laugh.  I won't have to rake them this year, which causes an unusual amount of joy to well up in me.  Turning back to the task at hand, I wrap another picture in bubble wrap and stick it in the box with the others.  We're moving in about a week to a town about fifteen minutes away from here.  There's a beautiful tree at our new house.  It looks ancient and leans slightly to the right, threatening to shed its yellow leaves onto the cracked cement below.  This will be a good move.  A time for change, a time to start over, a time to improve.  It will also complicate things, but that's how life works: you give a little, it takes a lot.