Tiny settled slowly, until the wind encouraged her. She spiraled skyward, somersaulting, diving, playing hopscotch with the cedars, hovering while drinking in the view.
She finally joined millions of tiny friends, covering the meadow in a shimmering lake of white. Watching the tree, waiting in anticipation for the old lady.
Paul Hock is an author from Fergus, Ontario, Canada. See more at paulhock.com.
2/10 Ah, finally got it! SHE is an autumn leaf waiting for winter, right? Change that to a 6/10 for making me think! Well done, Paul. It has taught me to listen more carefully and not be so quick to write things off. Thanks. (that was fifteen minutes well spent!)
I thought she was a snowflake and the old lady was the sun.