One rainy day I saw a leaf on the wet pavement.  Things were changing.  Something had left but all of us were still there believing that change was still in the future.

The leaf seemed to be such and ephemeral object – alive and green yesterday, red and wet on the pavement today, who knows where tomorrow.  The way it was was a matter of moments.

I took a picture. I played with the colors. This is the way everything was that day.