Leaves, fallen on the deck. The seasons turn, life changes, goes on. Fall is a good season, a transition between the season of growth and that of rest.
I almost overlooked this maple leaf. It was lodged in sand at the edge of the stepping stones, a place I walk several times daily. I’m normally looking up, around, yet I looked down and saw this.
A harbinger that Fall is coming. That’s fine, even good. Life, the seasons, are a circle, a wheel, around which we travel. I look forward to whatever delights and mysteries this fall brings.