The other day as I walked to my 8 0'clock Spanish class, I began seeing acorns on the ground and then i saw their missing hats. I began awkwardly smiling to myself -- the kind of smile that if people saw they would think I was a little nutty.
Suddenly I was back in New England walking down the long, house-less roads of Maine. My companions and I always looked forward to the fall days of stepping on acorn hats. See, the endless walking can get a little boring and sometimes talking is not enough, so we would resort to seeking out the tops of acorns that had popped off and turned upside down. When you would put your weight on them they would crack and break beneath your feet. Finding a bunch of 2 or 3 stuck together was always a highlight worth sharing with each other. It was a little pleasure really -- one that others would not fully enjoy. It was one of nostalgic moments and it made my morning walk to class a little more enjoyable.