
From my kitchen window I watch them fall. Autumn’s leaves letting go and descending to the earth. Some so graceful dancing on every breeze, others twirling and playful like a child, then a few taking a direct descent as if they can’t fall fast enough. I find myself mesmerized and remembering this proverb, “The fall of a leaf is a whisper to the living.” This makes me smile as I return my gaze back out my window, mindful of the whispers.
What is whispering in your ear? Won’t you show us?

