Day 8.

Need inspiration.  I put on my red and black striped gloves, and red knit cap, and step into the brisk afternoon air.

The cold makes everything stand out sharply.  It’s quiet, like the world is holding it’s breath.  I point my camera a few places, clicking here and there, waiting to find the picture that wants to be taken.

Then I see it, a solitary leaf, the last one on the branch.

Resolute, striking red against the clear blue sky.  Star shaped, as if paying homage to the true star that led wisemen from a distant land.

The last glory of Fall, the single statement of Christ’s coming, this little guy’s final declaration.