Flying Leaf

July 04, 2010

On our walk today we met a flying leaf dancing in the wind, always one inch from the ground.

Of all the altitudes it could have occupied, it seemed to have choosen one inch, where it bobbed and twirled for our amusement at the end of an invisible spider silk.

That I find the actions of the leaf profound, that its pirouettes dazzle me despite my mind’s prediction of the presence of the silk and despite the unsurprising confirmation when I strain my eyes to see it against a darkened patch beyond, that I both awe and understand—that is the great joy of being human.