portal

Cloudy. At this time of year, you can see small trees with a single large leaf left on the branches. Sometimes it can actually seem less like a leaf, and more like a magic golden portal into a heavenly realm; something like Alice's looking glass, the wardrobe in the Chronicles of Narnia, the path by which happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow. If only I could find my way through that leaf, that portal...I only have the courage to mention this because my slightly addled Dharma sister, Kathy, has had the same vision.