Walking today I witnessed the life of the wind blown leaf. The leaf seemed to be carried on the same current that was moving me along. Tumbling and turning over the concrete with, what looked like, a very specific place to be. Floating freely on the breeze that carried it, I watched as it danced in front of me. Then all of a sudden it stopped as if it had seen me and kept real still as if not to be seen it’s self. After realizing I was no threat it quickly took the lead again dancing and tumbling along the side walk. Taking another look around I noticed that it was not alone on it’s journey. There were many more leaves, and while they were all different shapes and sizes they all seem to have a common goal, to get from point A to point B. They were all dancing their own dance until they decided to stop, usually behind a twig or a tree. And there they sat contently among other leaves, until they decided to continue with their dance.
