You don’t usually notice them. But, sometimes, you see a bit of nature and something about the moment makes it worth your attention. And sometimes the light and the color and the smell and the moment all come together and you bend down to pick up a leaf.
Then there are those moments where you find yourself bending over in the middle of the road, wondering what you’re doing. There could be cars coming.
But sometimes that moment is worth it.
So long as there are no cars coming.
Maples are huge disappointments, as early harbingers of what is to come. Quitters, I call them. But they do it so beautifully. One can’t help but admire them, if even in frustration.
Though I’m never sure if I should interpret the grand gesture as an apology for what’s to come, or for their letting go so soon.
One supposes it’d be better to hang on tenaciously, and then be beautiful in doing so, but that’s not always the way of it with leaves. Or many things, one supposes.
My contribution to the cause today was this. I scouted a location of a video I have to shoot next week. No idea how I am going to shoot it. I moved a table and two chairs into storage. And I had a few meetings.
Also, I filed down a bit of a strike plate for a door. It looked like a professional operation, what with my using the file and all. At the end of it, the door works better than it did before, which is always the goal, the letting out of things that should go out, the allowing in what needs to go in.
Which wasn’t what I was thinking about when I stooped down to pick up that leaf. But it was what I was thinking about when I missed, and had to reach for it again.
There were cars coming! (I usually notice those …)
