Saturday, October 24, 2009

Golden Leaves

The first time I felt it was during the autumn. The leaves falling - golden coins in the breeze. I walked towards those flashing flickering gold leaves, my arm in a sling.
A car had hit me as I was coming home from school. My rendition of the accident could never be like coloured pencils flying high-reminiscent of a circus- slow motion.
I was walking towards the falling leaves. Time was not apparent. There was only the moment- strangely warm on my face, the tall poplars, the white fence, the shutters on the cottage house. Norma Crescent. And I was transported. Removed from my physical self. There was only that moment, and I was of it. I can still recall the sensation with vivid impact.

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