Last Light of Autumn

I didn’t feel like going outside today.

So I picked up an old leaf I had saved from autumn and placed it on the kitchen counter. A small piece of another season, carried into winter.

Behind it, soft lights glowed in the darkness.

The leaf is fragile now — thin, worn, almost transparent — but it still holds its colour.

Sometimes that is enough.

[Joan Robillard]

Nice

[Susan]

Wow

[Dorothy]

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