Hello little leaf. You make me smile as I watch and listen to you slide across the pavement. You are small and seemingly unimportant, but you mean as much as the bigger leaves I see on the ground. Your life was just as important. You had your place. Now you have fallen to the ground to dry and wither, cast aside by the tree that mothered you. Your return to the soil is your return to where it all began. It is the end of one journey and the beginning of another. It has come full circle.