Outside.

Through my random internet surfing I was reminded to look out my kitchen window.

And I love my view.

Especially on rainy days like today when they sky is grey.

And it was the terrible sound of that machine blowing leaves into the street that inspired me to lay in the yard by myself that night and watch the rest of them fall from the branches four stories up.

It was thrilling.

They each take a different course, each fall at their own time, each twirl, and zig and zag in a different way, taking their time reaching their soft landing. It was as if each one was maturing to the point when they would take that one leap, the only one they'll ever have. And none of them fell fast. They danced.

I was inspired.