Driving along the Eastern Boulevard today, I looked back at the autumn leaves swept up by wind and momentum behind my car.
They seemed alive to me, like fragile butterflies playing on the asphalt. I felt my whole being brace itself ; feeling my own aliveness in the bridal train of earthy leaf, fluttering in the early morning light.
Everyday somewhere, there is something beautiful hoping even in its ordinariness to be seen, and loved, and honoured...
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