A leaf falls.

From here, on top of the mountain

I watch as it finds an updraft.

Fighting gravity it flutters upward

Unaware that as a leaf

It is only supposed to fall.

 

Soon it is caught in a cross current.

It begins its migration

Away from the mountain.

 

I watch.

My spirit spirals toward the sky

Following a leaf

That against odds

Against the “laws” of nature

Soars

With wings

Like an eagle.

 

I recently spent an afternoon up on Glassy Mountain.  I’ve talked before about this place, and the restorative effect that it has on my soul.  I did not get a picture of the leaf, but I did see a flock of geese below me turning to land in a farm pond.

The mountains are calming, soothing, especially at this time of year when the colors are muted.  As though they are catching their breath from the fireworks display of fall before settling in for their winter slumber.

 

I always see something new when I come up here.  This time, a lesson in perspective and focus.  A framed view of Table Rock,

 

becomes something new and different with just a slight shift of the focus wheel.

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