Thoughts out of season

here we are at the beginning of summer, and my post belongs in late fall. Oh well, I am out of sync with the seasons...

It is the nature of dry leaves to be blown about by the wind. And it is the nature of wind to blow dry leaves about.

But occasionally, a leaf will get weary of being blown randomly around, and it will come a decision. The leaf will choose its own direction. With grim determination, the leaf defies the wind and purposes to define its own path, chart its own course, and to pursue its own destiny.

And after that happens, nothing changes, because in the end, the leaf is still a leaf, and the wind is still the wind.