January 19, 2013
A leaf did a dance past my window this past spring, to the tinkling symphony of my wind chimes, flitting this way and that, taking its time getting wherever it was going. It used its strength to stay aloft and thus didn't wave at me, but it did pause to peer in. I wished it could've sprouted wings to take it somewhere else, wherever its heart wished. It wasn't until after I pointed the remote control at the window to pause and rewind that I realized I'd wasted that time reaching for the remote rather than witnessing the entire dance.