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CATCHING A FALLEN LEAF

Content In Small Things.
A True Story.  Try It.  It’ll Help.

Oh!  Here I go, a childhood run, inundating my world.  Flashbacks to where I used to roam and run:  the meadows, parks, palm trees, to savor and touch, sycamore trees to search, lean on and learn from.  And, that creek happily flowing in its bed – so I thought – unaware – I presumed – that in the higharchy of rivers, it has no chance even for an incidental foot – note mention; honorable mention, ah!  Forget it…but it keeps on running, delivering water to lands thirsty and seeds eager to germinate, bloom and rise above soil to witness the sun and pray with stars of the night as they are getting ready to rest and slumber in dawn’s tender ambiance and soft twilight.

And, ah! the fallen leaves I used to catch, hold tenderly in my palm…walk a mile or so to return to wetlands to let them reincarnate in creations other than themselves.

Flashbacks.  And on come the palpitations and titillations of adolescence and the secret depository in a far place in my mind among hundred billion brain cells, snooping and spying and vowing not to hold my secrets anymore.  And, I blush, but what a blush is going to tender to a bewildered, anxious adolescent?  But, as if to save me from the furnace of my passion, adulthood comes along.  Ah?  Manhood!  Ah!  Man!   Man!  And I walk like a man, behave like a man, part true, part mannequin…and on and on.

And I hear the radio announcer on the threshold where the sound barrier is…to hear and not hear…Oh!  It is a song, at its epicenter are Autumn’s Leaves.

So, I wonder the past…get out, out.  Why relive it?  But I realize, it ain’t past.  Quantas of time unite, mingle, dance, romance, forsake one another and come back together on a continuum arbitrarily divided into past, present and future.  And I Realize There Is Nothing But The Privilege Of The Instant.

So, I awaken…And as I stroll in Ferndel Park, it was October.  I tried to catch a falling leaf out of many.  But I couldn’t.  The wind and forces of gravity won.  So, I walked, crossed the bridge where my car has been patiently waiting for me.

And, guess what?  On the hood of my car, laying, a fallen leaf; waiting…waiting for me.  So, I took the offering and drove like a happy child with my fallen leaf next to me on the passenger seat.