The leaf slowly spiraled down with the grace of a dancer landing safely onto the pavement in front of me. I had watched with great interest as it made its descent. Gone was the fresh green color of summer. Replacing it were bright reds blurring first into orange and ending with yellow. As I looked around at all of the shedding trees silhouetted against a crystal clear blue sky, I couldn’t help but think about change.
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