The summer solstice was just a few days away.
It was a sunny weekend afternoon in June that I was standing in the front garden with the house not more than a couple of feet behind me.
What I thought was a stray leaf had floated down in front of me from above.
It was dark, a blur of what I mistook for rust hues of a dry leaf, perhaps from a sick tree.
But it opened its wings and landed neatly on a Lacinato kale leaf in front of me and proceeded to sun itself in the afternoon light.
And this lovely surprise was the “leaf“.