A Fallen Leaf

"They" say that you show yourself in your artwork without even trying. I feel like this shot of the foggy forest in autumn is a reflection of how I've been feeling lately. The trees are losing their leaves, their life, their once vibrant appearance, dropping to the ground in brilliant color before quickly turning to brown to be stepped on and forgotten as they return to the earth. It's impossible to focus on the things that are right in front of me, as close as they seem to be. I'm always thinking two steps ahead and never worrying about what's right under my feet. Even at mid-day, the dew remains on my grass, as I never let anything get too old except myself. Even the flattest ground seems like a slippery slope on days like these. The future is uncertain, shrouded in a fog that won't pass. It keeps me wondering how far my path carries on. I'll never know until I get there. Walking through clouds can't get me anywhere, but I keep heading for them and ignoring the solid ground that's holding me up. I seldom notice how askew my perspective is until I fall back on an autumn day and look up at what I've become. Tread lightly.

dm.