I recently showed M photos from my roadtrip around Lake Michigan in 2020. Most were close ups of fall foliage in yellows and oranges, hanging limp or already fallen, my fingers pinching a stem to capture for later classification. Today at a beach park in May on the artificial turf he found a little perfect sea grape leaf, browned from the freeze. “Take a picture so we can look back at this one.” I expected him to unzip my bag and carefully press it in, the usual protocol for found treasures. But he bent over and placed it back. “The wind can blow it away now. We’ll remember it.”