Friday, January 17, 2020

Autumn leaves don’t fall

Friday, January 17, 2020


"And just at that second, the wind picked up, and thousands upon thousands of yellow sycamore leaves broke from their life support and streamed across the sky. Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar. Reflecting sunlight, they swirled and sailed and fluttered on the wind drafts."

~ Delia Owens, Where the Crowdads Sing, 2018

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