Strange Beauty MAG

July 20, 2010
By LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
LondonEye DIAMOND, Randolph, New Jersey
89 articles 125 photos 71 comments

Look at the dead leaves. Have you ever had the time to do that? They are like little doilies scattered on the forest floor, like somebody had a picnic and forgot them there. The ones that are very old and beginning to disintegrate, that is. Look closely; they are almost like lace, only more beautiful because they are that way by accident. Hold one up to the sun on an October morning and the rays will push and peek through the openings like they do when they try to break through the translucency of stained glass. You don't really just come across them; you have to look intently at the ground until one decides to present itself. They're so frail, you see, so thin that their existence is almost questionable, almost surreal. They're like bits of broken glass on the kitchen floor. They hold their breath, waiting to be discovered.


The author's comments:
If you've never taken the tame to enjoy the beauty of a dead leaf, you should.

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on Jul. 25 2010 at 11:16 pm
haventy0uheard PLATINUM, Kings Park, New York
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This is really good! I have always loved dead leaves... they have a certain grace about them that not everyone is able to see  =] I especially liked that last line. Keep writing! <3


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