Yesterday morning, I opened the windows and doors of
my house to allow fresh air to circulate—the first fresh air in nearly two
weeks. When I opened the front door, a
half-dozen leaves that had fallen from my Mayday tree whisked inside my house and
began a highly animated wrestling match about three feet behind me as a cool
wind pushed at me.
“Good morning fellas,” I said to the leaves. And then I stomped on them, because that’s what
humans do.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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