The weather was breezy today chilling the air to the edge of uncomfortable. I spent time watching the few remainig leaves clinging to the trees finally letting go, flying everywhere as if trying to escape toward spring and hide from the present.
The lost leaves would touch down only breifly before being caught up again into the air, landing them anew elsewhere. A new gust of wind would come from behind unawares to catch them before they could settle and toss them upside down and sideways landing them where they began, or into the pond to be nibbled upon by the koi.
It all proved pleasant to watch the dance from the warmth inside the studio, cup of tea in hand, but unsettling somehow. Like the leaves I'm torn between remainig safe in the known or diving into the winds of change.