Have you ever been lucky enough to find a decaying leaf in the fall and really study it? Did you see how the tiny flaking fragments fall away and reveal an intricate web? Did you suddenly understand textiles?
This is one of my silent actions, a ritual that allows me to accept the death of summer.
Summer is dawning in days too soon to come, but tonight, in this early spring, I looked up at the spiny black branches against ambient light of the city streets and found that same pattern.
New buds etching out what will become a full and glorious skirt of green, but for tonight they are patchy pieces of new life. Just as many gaps as their fellows of fall on a larger scale, allowing my eyes to see through.
Lovely.
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