the brief, bittersweet romance of leaves and snow
The leaves are patient. They wait, and they hope.
Their less romantic compatriots tease them. Call them foolish for continuing to cling to their branches while the rest ride away on autumn winds.
Sometimes they doubt, gazing up at blue skies, but they always hope.
Eventually their patience is rewarded and the snow begins to fall. They blissfully catch as many flakes as they can hold.
They know it will not last for long. Such things are not meant to last.
Leaves and snow relish their brief and chilly time together.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.