About the leaves completely turned, the children (and adults) in costume, the homeless man in a multi-colored baseball cap with a perpellor sitting on a milk crate outside Bertucci's, a small, soft stuffed lion cub, dancing on Washington Street after the movie, a spider in the car, the electric going off on our entire street, a request for batteries in a half-asleep state.
But all I can think of in this moment, looking back, is a woman.
A woman around my mother's age dressed in business casual attire.
And without breaking her stride or acknowledging our humanity: Jesus loves you ladies.
Broke through the rush-hour/ trick-or-treating/ theatre-going/ partying crowd.
In the split-second it took me to glance over my shoulder, she had already blended into deeper anonymity.