The gray world outside the oversized windows held a
mound of grass supporting three fifty year old oak trees with leaves
that rustled and fell one by one . Inside, a world made of crayons
and construction paper covered the colors of the spectrum.
Storybooks, holiday themes, paste and children giggling with delight.
A matronly women enticed us to count with abacuses made of red, blue
and yellow beads. This stimulated world would always give way to the
natural wind and rain of the enormous gray clouds that would dance
across those windows. I learned to count by falling leaves.