Not literally of course – it’s a leaf.
It said simply “pick me”. Of the myriad sticks, stones, mundane oddments and other leaves I was passing, this one item alone spoke.
Autumn has yet to arrive, but this leaf along with a few others had lost its anchor and fallen to Earth already.
Not quite perfect. Slightly asymmetrical even. Beautiful nevertheless. Peach-tinted rather than simple red. A little bruised from its exciting voyage through life, but far from broken by the experience.
I wanted to know it better; understand its inner workings; figure out why it had the power today to stop me mid-stride and say “pick me”.
So I did.
Salted away for later
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