“Leaf”

At the end of a season, slowly and subtly beginning to let go of the branch you've related to. Keeping the connection for as long as you can, while feeling each breeze blow through and watching the leaves around you, release.

At once, your time has come and the gust with your name on it swoops in, lifts you up and off and carries you away, into the sky. Swirling and twirling in a symphony of varying intensity. In the sun, amidst the clouds, giving grace to your golden light. Up, turn, fall, twist, swoosh, up again, float, down, spin, floating aaannnd down.

— Thea Finnel