I’m watching the trees across the way. Almost all of the maple leaves have fallen. Almost all. The remaining gleaming, yellow leaves are dangling from the ends of four branches. dangling. fluttering. The tree trunk and branches holding steady. still. A fleeting moment of being the trunk while all whispers past. I’m calm. still. strong as the trunk. regardless of the flutterings around me. The fleeting moment resumes… just a little longer. I can breathe.
Shar-Word of the Day: stillness
Stillness by Sharlene Wallace
