Tuesday, September 01, 2009
The street was littered with leaves of all colours. Nature’s confetti. Some, newly shed, floated to the ground, twirling on the breeze. Others whirled across the sidewalk, swept by the wind into a frenzied waltz.
My attention was drawn to the canopy above; some leaves like golden coins, others red like cardinal feathers, all of them whispering, whispering.
I should have kept my eyes on the brown leaves, dry and grounded. Perhaps then I would have seen the open manhole.