Leaf

Last week, I was walking back from lectures along the shady wooded backs of the colleges, when I saw a man give his daughter a large maple leaf. She examined it with joy and wonder, and it made me smile.

I was walking back again today, and I saw a woman pushing a very old man along in a wheelchair. He had the same joyous expression on his face; and then I saw in his hands was a large maple leaf.

Just thought it was one of those rare moments of pure poetry in real life.

I know those joys well.

It's easy to see a world of wonders in something as simple (or complex) as a leaf.

If only there was a simple way to teach that joy to the majority of middle-aged adults.

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Originally Posted by Xei

Last week, I was walking back from lectures along the shady wooded backs of the colleges, when I saw a man give his daughter a large maple leaf. She examined it with joy and wonder, and it made me smile.

I was walking back again today, and I saw a woman pushing a very old man along in a wheelchair. He had the same joyous expression on his face; and then I saw in his hands was a large maple leaf.

Just thought it was one of those rare moments of pure poetry in real life.

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Must've reminded them of Canada and all its wonderful people.

Dem fall colours :holyshit:

Reality is such a good artist, too bad it goes underrated so often. :p

I always liked large leaves. Especially maple leaves.