There is something special abut each of the four seasons. One of the great things about fall is the dance of the leaves. First they become beautiful in color and then they lose their grip and fall to the ground. Wind toys with them and helps them dance in swirls and leaps.
Two days ago as I was sitting in my living room, I looked out the window in time to see a great gust of wind gallop down the street, coming from the south. It was a startling scene! The leaves were racing down the street ahead of the wind. They were crowded together like runners in a 5 K race, a few of them out in front, but most of them crowded together, tumbling over each other, in a hurry to catch up with the leaders. Down the street they raced like that, leaving a bare path behind them. On the went in their hurry northward, –leaving a few stragglers on the lawn or hugging the curb tightly. Where did they go, I wonder? Do they go to a secret hiding place? Are they perhaps still heading north? I felt blessed to have seen the unusual sight. I imagine myself standing outdoors, taking it all in, the dance of the leaves going on all around me as the wind picks them up and carries them to secret hideaways.