Sunday 14 June 2015

How Strange Are We?

A leaf slowly spirals down outside as the piano seeps through the room from the corner. Through the window I see it; tumbling and twisting as it begins its only descent. The piano plays on - an ode to the passing of this leaf - unaware of its link to the cycle unfolding around it.

Worlds away on another continent, a leaf falls, observed by a contemplative stranger relaxing on a park bench. A hint of a breeze catches the leaf in mid-fall and toys with it - delaying the inevitable.

How strange are we; observing the same events - worlds away - not realising that these events are the common thread between us?
How strange are we; not realising that we are all waiting for our own leaf to drop, for our own ode to come seeping from the corner?

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