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Light streamed golden through the canopy, a mass of firey color swaying above their heads. Matt stared up at it, picking out swirls of orange, gold, red, watching the wind shift the patterns in little movements before Al's face popped into his vision.
"Dad says we got to head back now, our glasses are almost ready."
Matt shifted off the leaf-strewn grass, laughing when Al picked a maple leaf out of his hair and held it up.
"It's kind of like a star." Al said, holding it up to the sky and squinting a bit. Matt shook his head hard and held out his palm, holding the leaf like a talisman to his chest.
"Maples for maple syrup silly." Matt took Al's hand and they trotted back to their parents and over the path to the shops. Sitting still through adjusting, the constant 'does that sit well?', the instructions on cleaning, it was torture to Al beside him, but they both shifted, rendered incapable of sitting still by the excitement of something new, something special.
It was as if he'd spent his entire life behind a gauze curtain that finally lifted. The world was sharp, in focus, how had he seen anything before this? He spun around to take in all the details, the silly little things, and then it struck him.
He raced across the footbridge to the little park, laughing at how shocked everyone was that he of the twins, was running off. But he had to know, was it fire or--
"It's all leaves Al, a million leaves." He spread his arms wide, grinning up at the maple tree, the whirl of thousands of leaves shimmering in the wind.
"What did you think it was?" Al linked arms with him, grinning a bit himself.
"A fire maybe? I never really knew about the tall trees."
"Mes petits, I know the tree is lovely, but there is dinner at home and we must be on our way."
"Coming Papa." Matt tore his eye from the tree above him and tucked the leaf in his pocket. For safe keeping.
"Dad says we got to head back now, our glasses are almost ready."
Matt shifted off the leaf-strewn grass, laughing when Al picked a maple leaf out of his hair and held it up.
"It's kind of like a star." Al said, holding it up to the sky and squinting a bit. Matt shook his head hard and held out his palm, holding the leaf like a talisman to his chest.
"Maples for maple syrup silly." Matt took Al's hand and they trotted back to their parents and over the path to the shops. Sitting still through adjusting, the constant 'does that sit well?', the instructions on cleaning, it was torture to Al beside him, but they both shifted, rendered incapable of sitting still by the excitement of something new, something special.
It was as if he'd spent his entire life behind a gauze curtain that finally lifted. The world was sharp, in focus, how had he seen anything before this? He spun around to take in all the details, the silly little things, and then it struck him.
He raced across the footbridge to the little park, laughing at how shocked everyone was that he of the twins, was running off. But he had to know, was it fire or--
"It's all leaves Al, a million leaves." He spread his arms wide, grinning up at the maple tree, the whirl of thousands of leaves shimmering in the wind.
"What did you think it was?" Al linked arms with him, grinning a bit himself.
"A fire maybe? I never really knew about the tall trees."
"Mes petits, I know the tree is lovely, but there is dinner at home and we must be on our way."
"Coming Papa." Matt tore his eye from the tree above him and tucked the leaf in his pocket. For safe keeping.