A Leaf Suspended
I decided to start a second page about various thoughts of mine…like a journal, I suppose. On a pretty background.
It’s Tuesday now. Thursday through Sunday were days filled with so much awesome that I really don’t know what to do with myself right now. Between Chipotle, good movies, H & M, and resolving some if-only’s, it was quite the weekend. Perfect, in fact. Perfect weekend.
It did leave me with a few more if-only’s, but there’s not much to be done about that right now. Sigh.
On Saturday, whilst driving down an autumn-lined road, I saw something odd. A leaf, suspended by nothing, seemed to float in midair above the parking strip. We backed up the car to look at it. From the car, it was really something interesting. It fluttered a little and bobbed in the breeze, but didn’t fall. Upon closer observation, we found out that the leaf was stuck to a long strand of spider webbing that spanned several yards. From a few feet, the thread was invisible.
This morning, I saw another one. It is fall, so there are bound to be many of these leaves hanging around, but the one in Toledo was by far the coolest. I sort of feel like that leaf. The wind might blow me around a little, and it probably looks like I’m not hanging on to anything, if you look at me from a distance. Only ripples from far off places seem to touch me at times. So I sit there until someone drives by and notices me, then backs up to take a closer look. Most people just drive on by and don’t see me.
If I really was that leaf, I’d be pretty happy to be noticed. I’d be a little odd, of course, just hanging there on an invisible thread, floating in space, while all the other leaves litter the ground, but I’m a rather firm believer that we are drawn to people and things that remind us of ourselves. Everyone in the car was pretty drawn to that leaf. I think each of us in our ways were like that leaf. Just from what I found out about the others in the car that weekend, we like to be noticed for our uniqueness, our suspended leafness. Sometimes we’re surprised when people pay attention, and it makes us self-conscious. I feel like that. We’re tempted to flee to the piles of leaves instead of hanging out and seeing who will back the car up.
If I’m that leaf, I think I like being me.