Today, the hues of the world are unbelievably vivid. In the woods, the yellow leaves gleamed. The red leaves shone. The greens popped. Walking from tree to tree, the blanket of leaves underneath would change in texture and color, from the bright serrated red leaves to the greener leaves of an oak and the smooth lobes of a sassafras.
I watched a red eft navigate the leaves. If we were the size of the eft, we would be scaling a world of layers, of papers as tall as refrigerator boxes. Scaling first one wet leaf, and then another.