Outside my house is a big tree and only its topmost boughs poke into the bottom frame of my bedroom skylight. I'm familiar with those leaves, more familiar than anything else is with them, probably in the world, discounting perhaps a squirrel or bird or two.
I sometimes think I'd like to be one of those leaves. Chilling at the apex of a big tree. Getting blasted around by the wind but not really caring, just getting to see the world from up high and study in great detail all the things around me in my limited view of the world.
That'd be nice.
Paddy Dobson
28th August 2033