Last night was the first hard frost of fall. The frosty hard lawn at sunrise has now given way to a dance floor for the party of leaves gathering; hand fulls of leaves drop randomly with no breeze or bird to cause their dancing descent.
This frolicking tumble of leaves reflects a part of my own life lately. The leaves are beautiful as they bud in spring and grow through the summer, but then there comes a time when they are meant for something else, for somewhere else. And rather than hang on by a thread, trying to prove their resilience and nothing more, this posse of leaves makes the change look effortless, beautiful…and necessary.
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