This morning I watched my son walking to class. He ran across the big field, then stopped right before he got to the leaf sculpture, tiptoed through it, then took off again at a careless run.

This leaf path, swirl, whatever has been here for a couple weeks now; kids run through the field hundreds of times a day; and yet I’ve never seen anyone kick up the leaves, or drag their feet through it, or otherwise disturb it.

One of those little things that speaks volumes about the place.Local culture