walking alongside the river in the early morning on my way to school . . . the river steaming into the thirty five below zero winter air . . . the sun, full and bright but not warm . . . definitely not warm!
this leaf lay in the snow on its own . . . there were no others like it anywhere nearby . . . it reminded me of how we travel through this place . . . how do we get to where we are . . . carried on the winds of caprice and fortune . . . each entirely unique and astonishing . . .