to experience as the leaves fall and rest upon the frosted ground remembering how they unfolded just months before in the springtime air how the child crossed the street not returning never to be seen again having disappeared into their own drawing of a storm of hope on a winter day where life is an extreme experiment in truth and the possibility of grander vistas lures the eyes down the block and around the corner into adventure
“But if each life is not new, each single life, then why are we born?” – Ursula K. Le Guin
