Today I counted to three, took a running start, and leaped. Up! Over! In!
And landed in a pile of leaves. I had never jumped into leaves before. In Florida, the leaves stay on the trees (like they are supposed to. Right?) and jumping into a pile of pine needles is not a good idea. (Not that I’m speaking from personal experience or anything.) But leaves—they are great for jumping into. There is a second where you’re just...falling. And then you are not falling; you are cradled in a bed of crinkling colors.
Naomi Jackson began writing novels at the age of eleven, but only recently began her career as a freelance author and passionate storyteller. When she is not reading or writing, you can find Naomi tending to her houseplants, taking a long walk, or volunteering at her home church. She lives with her family in southern Florida.