Leaves obsess me these days.They haunt me with their changing colours, the trajectory of their existence. Bright sap green buds, slowly darkening hues of maturity and then the yellowing, browning of age.The change from soft suppleness to crackling brittleness. The tie with the tree steadily weakening, till one day, it breaks and the leaf is set free, to fall to the ground or to be carried by the breeze to some unknown destination. The elements work on it, pulverizing, disintegrating, reducing till it is absorbed back into earth, where it rose from. I think it is the growing bite in the November air, a reminder of the winter to come and the inexorable passing of time, which is making me think of leaves so often. And the never ending cycles of life.
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