I was wondering tonight if one could read leaves like one reads a human palm.
I was wondering what the leaf would tell us.
(Perhaps the leaf would tell us that humans attend too many meetings, and that if they stopped attending them, that they might be happier. That they would then have more time to enjoy the sunshine and feel a singular breeze as it passes through town).
(But that's awfully human-centric of me. There is a chance, and a hopeful one, that the leaf is not thinking about humans at all).