… I saw them– my first fallen leaves.
It rained all night last night, the denouement of our sad weather week– but this morning dawned absolutely brilliant and clear. When I stepped outside, the garden still sparkled with rain, and everything shone with that kind of pure color that only a night of hard rain brings.
As I was walking to the bus stop, I saw a birch tree, long branches swirling and tossing in a sassy (spring? summer? autumn? Who the hell knows what season it is in Seattle–) breeze, clusters of leaves coming off. I saw them on the ground all around me. They spoke to me in their yellowness and said, “You kind of had some nice weather in July. You live in Seattle. What did you expect– SUN-SHINE?” And then, overcome with grief, I fell to my knees and cried, and my tears just added to the rain, and upon realizing this I cried some more, and then… and then… okay that last part didn’t really happen.
Here’s a picture of some birch leaves that are still on their tree. I took it at a friend’s wedding a few weeks ago:
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