The Leaf Catcher

So she went out, each evening, as leaves fell from the tree. She ran, losing all of her energy, trying to save the best of them.

When she could catch not one more, she ran home, willing herself to move faster and faster before the leaves she’d salvaged lost their spark.

In front of her canvas, she tenderly arranged each one.

Over time, the canvas matured, bearing the imprint of every trip and decision.

Finally, she shared the completed image, hanging it for all to see.

Some noticed. Most didn’t. Of those who noticed, there were critics. Of those who noticed, there were admirers.

The canvas hung, she went back to the tree to collect more leaves and start again.