Small Stone: Leaf Impression

Walking the dogs this morning, I look down and notice the impression of a pair of cottonwood leaves stamped into the sidewalk. The original leaves are long gone, but the shadow remains, pressed as they were into this ground, etched into this path for as long as this hard surface will last.

We are like that too, impressions of us will remain when we are gone, faint outlines where we pressed against the world.