This leaf spent the winter outdoors in our sitting area. It caught my eye, so I brought it in today. I tossed it on a book I love that I keep on my coffee table called The Nature, Practice, and History of Art. Apropos. It is perfect in its form in every way. It has curled beautifully at the edges but there are no tears or cracks or imperfections. Winter does that. Preserves us. It is now time for Spring. For breathing again, for growth, for color, for life. Onward. (at Missoula, Montana)

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