At the end of my road is a big old chestnut tree. There's actually a lot of chestnut trees where I live, they line up all along one side of the road bordering the fields. But this particular tree stands on the other side of the road all alone and it's the biggest probably because it did not have to fight for space to spread its branches. The tree is busily dropping leaves and conkers all around and the road is clogged with yellow leaves and mushy conkers crushed under car wheels. As i stood by my car yesterday morning, opening the door, I watched as a dad with his young son and daughter on their way to school. The dad was playing with his kids, looking for the biggest conkers and making a game out of dodging the missiles from above. They were all smiles and laughter. I noticed how beautiful the morning was; the field behind them was shrouded in mist and it made the sunlight hazy, giving everything a soft dreamy focus. The tree then rained down a particularly heavy onslaught so that they ran mock screaming from beneath the branches. As they continued down the road they seemed at that moment to be carefree and content with life.
I heard a piece of news this week that brought a smile to my face. It concerned one of the kids in my class last year who has gone to a residential school. His step dad has said that when they went to visit him he kept asking for Brianne. He is quite a character and i miss seeing him around school running (normally with a member of staff chasing after him), leaping and laughing. It really means a lot to me that he remembers me and in some way I meant something to him (someone to chase him) and maybe made an impact (no matter how small) in his life. I don't think i will easily forget Sam.