Last week, I was walking back from lectures along the shady wooded backs of the colleges, when I saw a man give his daughter a large maple leaf. She examined it with joy and wonder, and it made me smile.

I was walking back again today, and I saw a woman pushing a very old man along in a wheelchair. He had the same joyous expression on his face; and then I saw in his hands was a large maple leaf.

Just thought it was one of those rare moments of pure poetry in real life.