Spin spin, sugar…
I love watching the dried leaves in the fall.
The wind blows them to and fro, all across the pavement of my office terrace, occasionally spinning them in a vortex. The leaves clatter and scuffle, violently lifted, rising up above where they were. They twist and turn and fall back down, not too far from where they started.
But, every once in awhile a leaf catches just the right eddy. It is positioned just so and rides a gust of wind out over the gardened walls and ends up somewhere it’s never been before. It’s free from the chaos of its original pile.
I watch this lucky one drifting slowly, blissfully through the autumn air.
And I want to be this leaf.