fall

i sat with my back against a tree, and watched the leaves fall. no two of them fell in quite the same way: some plummeted straight to the ground, as if weighed down with lead (or worries), some floated slowly, some drifted away on the wind, some flipped, some turned, some procrastinated, some hurried, some danced, some sank, some loved it, some clearly didn't, some were graceful, and some clumsy-looking.

they all had one thing in common, though. with each other and with me. they had all recently (very recently) learned to let go.