Autumn's Tears

Like a leaf in the breeze, I fly when God lifts me into the cool air.

My arms are wide open.

Upon the pages of my memory, I recall the feeling starting on my face and then my arms and then through my hair; the evidence of October. This all occurred outside the local mall just as I past the bleached outside wall of Macy's. The pre-planned sidewalk ended at purple-black railing. But those descriptions are mere  speculation. Guesses. Somehow the modern buildings and my destination faded away as I stood enchanted by the whirling and crunching of autumn's tears. The leaves! It wasn't just scattered breath from random directions, but there was a pattern as the wind kissed the leaves into rings. They would flow up clockwise and then float to the ground and repeat in a mesmerizing cycle.  The air was not crisp and cold like one would expect, but dry and warm like a muffin just out of the oven. Even while droplets of sweat crowded on my forehead,  I could have stared all day. The nectarine reds and burnt oranges and cookie browns painted streaks and shapes harmoniously in the air. If that moment had a song it would have been a  mix of violin, harp, and a drum.

Dance! Dance!  Is all I hear inside myself.

This world was made to dance! Precise movements yet with melodic flow. Delicate expression mixed with a victorious spirit. Seize the opportunity and dance. Risk and realize you will fly! Because in this moment, I believe. We can.