THURSDAY
Something strange happened today. I understood the trees. When each leaf gently fell among the rustling leaves, I leaned in closely and heard a whisper, “Let go.”
“Let go?” I replied.
“Let go.”
Then, another leaf landed and the soft whisper murmured, “Surrender to Winter.”
“To Winter?” I asked.
“Yes,” it answered. “Spring will come.”
“Spring?”
“Yes. Spring brings life.”
I slowly ...