Leaves sway, twirl, and flutter so freely—
elegant, yet oh so gentle.
To their own rhythm, they dance,
entrancing in their peace.
But whom do they dance with?
The mild breeze?
Or the whole world—
without a care,
lost only in the moment.
Alive beneath the sun’s gentle hand,
another day
to feel the world.
Letting everything pass—
like ripples on a still pond,
just brushing the skin.
And I feel it:
the weightlessness,
the soft whisper of warmth,
a shiver up my back,
the way my mind begins to zoom in
and then float away.
I know this feeling.
I do.
Returning nostalgia of another winter.
So—
I exhale,
lower my eyes,
and watch misty breath
scatter in the air.
And for a moment,
I am nothing more
than a leaf
pirouetting in the morning
wind.
Writer – Sophia Kong
Editor – Robbie Ge
Artist – Cindy Zhang
–May 2025–
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