Voyeurism?

photo by E.Z.

Something caught my eye.  A young woman and her child stood on my front lawn close to the road.  She seemed like she was coaxing the child to go along with her. A few minutes later I noticed they were still there and understood. The leaves on my tree are red and beautiful, at their peak. There are few trees that change to red in the fall where I live… mostly yellows, golds, and browns. She was taking her child’s picture among the gorgeous leaves. I peeked at her smoothing his hair, his hat, his little jacket. He kept running to her as she tried to get the perfect shot. I watched for a bit through my blinds at these sweet moments feeling like a voyeur. When I looked again, they were gone.