12 April 2012
He stood there on that sunny Autumn's day and watched the leaves drift by. There were so many. Colourful and dancing with the wind. He reached out and caught a crisp red leaf in his hand. Unfortunately, the leaf crumbled as he held it. For a moment, he felt upset until he looked up into the sky, looked around him and saw so many other leaves. He wanted a leaf that wouldn't crumble away, one that would stay with him for a long time. He searched and searched and searched some more and, eventually, he found a ripe, orange leaf. That leaf stayed with him for a long time.
We'll all find that ripe, orange leaf, eventually.
Leaves • Opuss № I