It is hot today, and very windy.
I saw a branch get torn from a tree and actually float up into the sky. I wonder where it is going to land...
But I also saw a small section of leaves blowing along the sidewalk in front of me. It was about eight inches long and the leaves were spreading out from the stem like a fan. But what a gorgeous contrast it represented! The cold, hard concrete on the ground gently caressed by this warm, green hand. One day the concrete will shatter and break apart, but green will remain and find a way to survive.
One day the sun will burn out and our planet will end. No need to hasten the process. May my concrete heart always yield when I stand before the beauty and majesty and small miracles of the living world around me.