Monday, December 21, 2009

Writing Tidbit
    — Leaves

Something that came to me while riding to work this morning…
An autumn leaf sat in the middle of the street. Orange and brown, its edges curled under it from the dry, frosted air. A puff of wind and it skittered across the asphalt, the crisp edges making the faintest scraping noises.


There was no wind.

Woo hoo, post #100!

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