Over night there was fading and curling. I wonder if it made noise I couldn't hear. I love how the Grape leaned over to touch Sassafras.
The serious stray that has been moving So Slowly has become caught up in it all. It was change that drove my selection of leaves. How every one was unique. A different little splendid Journey. Yet changing all the same.
It is possible, that even though moving slow seems to not change fast enough for us sometimes, that moving slow is the one way to capture the essence of it. Hold it. Understand the how of it. Change.