Green

I was waiting for the light to turn green when a fragile, tiny leaf fell onto my windshield and started to dance across like a Russian Ballerina, delicately and flawlessly spinning before it flew away with the breeze. I had a sudden wave of sadness wash over me when I realized I will be in constant movement for many years to come and never be as graceful and unalloyed as the leaf on my windshield.