This morning I was fascinated with the simple act of falling leaves. I had a mouth dropping discovery. Stopped at a red light, I noticed something that never really occurred to me…autumn leaves don’t just fall, they spin like tops when they fall! They spin and fall and spin and fall. It was like watching poetry…for me anyway. It warmed my heart so much I thought, “Is there something wrong with me? Do other people get this excited over an expired leaf making its flight towards death?”
I was so inspired I had to sketch this scene:
The leaves spin as they descend in the direction of the clouds, in the direction of the wind. ckane
Oh how I love active weather! You might look at this painting and say, “Oh yuck what a gloomy day.” But I smell the rain and see the clouds and smile when I say, “Oh I love such a day as today!”
Autumn leaves don’t drop like bricks. They spin like tops as the wind carries them where ever it wants to take them. Thank you God for such a simple revelation. Beauty is everywhere.