Kay Wade
Swinging from a star…
For my husband to pull me out of the warm and cozy house on a cold and cloudy morning just past daybreak, it better be good. It is. I spy the leaf as the car rolls towards the boat ramp. A single bright yellow maple leaf is suspended in mid-air, nothing holding it from either side or the bottom, and the slenderest single thread of silk connecting it to the heavens. Is the far end of this silken thread attached to a cloud? A star? Or has a spider shot that silk across the asphalt with a little bow and arrow? Nothing about this makes logical sense. I’m thankful for these simple mysteries! ~K