When I see leaves scattering through the road on a dry, fall day, I can’t help but think that they are happy to be free from the trees. They almost seem giddy and mischievous as they fly here and there without a plan.
I can hear them now saying, “I’ve been serving this tree since spring, I’m outta here!” Or maybe they’re just leaves falling as they always do, year after year.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Albert Camus