Through Paul's office window, cutting through a wedge of sunlight that dances on dots of smog, an autumn leaf, crumpled and free, proudly swims against the wind's tide - the end of a life.
It's remarkable and wonderful and sad how much I feel like that leaf; the sun kissing my dessicated edges, helpless and brown as I fall while gravity gently mocks me.
Sinking - not drowning - in life, seasons merge as dreams, and the breaths of love drift like whispers through my tree. I am this way and that, swaying deliriously with passion; falling in love, at first deeply with night - until - she abandons me and now; I find happiness with day...
As I watch the autumn leaf descend I think; maybe somebody will take some joy from my flight - admire my grace as I tumble and spin in the morning air, awake and aware of the caress that awaits;
The earth, the cool, damp earth, beckoning me back to the fold with open arms - Home again.
