I sip my coffee. Time moving slowly. Coffee. Caffeine. Wake up time.
Leaves twirl, swirling slowly to the ground. Yellow leaves are in the majority. A bright yellow blanket with a few dots of green. In two days the ground has changed color. How did that happen so quickly?
Leaves: quietly spinning, collecting together almost as if magnetized. Some deposited in piles. Some in thin sheets. The covering thickness varies. Not yet enough to jump in.
Do I dare walk through them? Will they crunch and dissolve? Will their shiny brightness become dull and dingy?
I shiver. The cool morning breeze brushes my back as my coffee cup warms my hands.
Too early for so many questions. Time to finish my coffee and make a plan for the day.
But first to identify the leaves. To satisfy just one curiosity.
Leaves bigger than my hand. Individually pretty. Gracefully landing on all surfaces. Attached to none. Easily shifting. Decorative trees. Not indigenous to Iowa. Link
What trees fill the neighborhood? What trees are routinely trimmed? What trees thrive even as the seasons change and their bare limbs are exposed? Are there more in the neighborhood?
What do you SEE when you take a breath and look quietly today? What are you curious about?
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