Fixating on the extreme temperature drop of the night, I have been keeping my eyes staring on this sad little maple leaf outside my window for a few hours now. Alone, cold, and pale… yet I don’t see the rest its peers hanging around this season as long as she does. Yes, it’s a she – I can tell.. and props on her for staying through this cold wintery night. But then again.. maybe the rest of them are having a party down there and she wasn’t invited – who knows. Either way, I am not leaving before she does. We’ll make a party of our own.
One that will help us get through the night.
In any other day it might be a short one, but not tonight – I am setting up a camp. Maybe others will join too. We’re quite a delight if it is our presence that they are looking for. Other than that we can’t promise anything. One of us is barely hanging on at the moment and the other one.. well, she’s is a leaf. Silly, but I’ll be her friend for the night.. I need one too. Although, I keep wondering when will she leave me. Not that I want it, I just wonder. Everything that comes will eventually be gone at some point, right? I just like to be prepared. So I keep myself counting.
One till it fills the hundred. A hundred till it fills the thousand and a thousand till I finally getting tired enough fall asleep at the kitchen table – right before she finally flew off of the night to find the rest of her company... like they always do.
Talk about fair, maybe my number is finally up.
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