Dancing Leaves

It’s too beautiful outside it’s painful to see.
The strong wind blows the autumn leaves and makes wonderful patterns on the streets. And while the leaves hang suspended in the air just dancing with the wind, I couldn’t help but wish that I have something within my grasp to capture the beauty of the swirling motions their colors make.
I thought, I love this place. I remember why I came here.
And now I realized, with a pang, something went wrong with my grand plan. And again, I’ve dug a hole for myself.
But time enough for regrets. I will just stare outside and let the yellow, orange, green, purple, and red leaves soothe my soul.
Wish you could see them Lee, and see them with me.

(photo's not mine, just borrowed, if only to show Lee the carpet of leaves)