Motionless.

It's a lovely afternoon. Temperature in the 30s. The sun shining. Calm. Absolutely no breeze. The lake as smooth as glass. Maybe two hours till sunset. I just saw a yellow leaf flutter down from a tree. A single leaf. I'm looking out a window. It's quiet. Yes, a very nice moment. In time. I'm wrapped up in it all. Thinking. Appreciating. Aware. It's as if I'm in a painting. By a master. No movement. Except for that leaf. And now it's on the ground. Motionless. --Jim Broede