Stepping out of the subway station, I popped open my umbrella and walked with my eyes glued to the ground. Standing at the crosswalk, I finally noticed the rain-soaked leaves stuck to the asphalt, like hinges fastened with glue. 🌧️ The leaves that clung stubbornly to the branches until winter, and the torrential rain that poured down just before freezing, were both impressive feats of nature. (Even snow graced us a few days ago!) Normally, by this time of year, leaves would have been swept away by autumn winds, and rain would be a frozen memory in some storage. What stories did those leaves hold, keeping them hanging on like mummified relics?
Perhaps they just wanted to live through another spring, the season of their birth, but now these leaves lie on the ground, victims of an untimely downpour, unable to cross the threshold of nature’s cycle. 🍂
Honestly, I just wanted the traffic light to turn green already – leaves and all.
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