Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was. Never will be.
Crimson and gold drifted down, floating and twirling in a bitter-sweet, lyrical dance. Was it painful to leave the tree? Or at the least a bit frightening? It was the way of things. Of nature, of life, of death. But there was such beauty in this leaving. Such joy…
And he wondered, just for a moment, could letting go be as simple for him as it was for the leaves? And could it, perhaps, be as freeing?
Then the wind lifted the leaves and blew them into the billowing sails, easing the ship, ever-so-gently, away from shore…
…and his heart.