Leaves falling

Fall can be a positive time for everyone to reflect on their life at this very second. I was asked to talk to a jail deputy at her jail. Luckily, it was on my travel route, and I agreed. I was told she wanted to hear some information on how to run a jail group. We agreed to meet outside of the jail, there was a bench where we could talk. I got there early, I am always early, my clients say! It was windy, and the leaves were falling. The scene reminded me of my beloved snow flakes falling from the sky. I looked down and there was this older gentlemen looking at me. I said hello, and he just sat down. I then started to say something, and he cut me off so quick, that I think I looked at him with my mouth wide open, like a frog! I am the person you need to talk to Mr. I replied ok. What can I do for you sir? Well I think I have a problem. I began to listen to this person. Then his daughter came, and he left. Almost as quick as a fall leaf blowing from one side of the street to the next. She asked me how the talk went with her Dad? Again, I think my mouth was wide open, looking like a frog. This time it was her turn to talk. I listened and listened. Finally, I get to talk I thought. Then she thanked me, and went back to work, she was on her break. I got in my car and drove to the next town for my next session with a client. I got home that night, and started my evening notes from the work day. I had one last note to do, or did I? The discourse with the dad and his daughter. But, they did not want to see me for services, I think? Something did not appear the way it was suppose to appear. I revisited the conversations in my head. I understand the dad's challenge, and I think I understand the daughters words, but where was addiction services, mentoring, and life skills coming into this family? I decided not to post a note for now, and see if I get a return call or email. In my line of work, this can happen, but never like this I thought. The next day, I have to pass through town anyway to my other client. I stopped for some strange reason at the near by park, next to the jail, where the bench was. I even walked to the bench, and sat down, closed my eyes, feeling the fall leaves brush my face as they came down. I got up, and walked to my car. Then a police car approached me, and a familiar face rolled down his window. Hey Mr, I went to your website and read all of your blogs, everyone of them. I would like to talk to you again Mr. I know I am gay. I smiled at him, and replied, you don't have a problem you are a solution as the leaves were falling down. Stay in your health, stay in the moment.