When leaves fall onto the pavement. I find myself fascinated by
the imprints they leave when the rain blows them away.
Sometimes the mark is the silhouette they made as the rain fell
around them, while others gather the sediment the water
washes along the pavement, leaving muddy little prints.
It's almost a precursor to the time, a bunch of eons away, when
someone finds a broken rock, revealing the image
of a fossilized leaf inside.