Wouldn't it be nice to flit...to float...to fall - and be assured of such a soft and gentle landing?
I wondered if this is the last of the season's webs?
I wondered if this is the last of this season's color-filled leaves?
I wondered if - I too - could trust and believe just enough to take that one big step and giant leap knowing that that a net will appear to catch me?
Wouldn't it be nice?