The Fall - Day of the Dead
If I were to not live to see tomorrow, I would have at least spent part of this day being completely present as a leaf from an old-growth maple made its way languorously to the forest floor.
Its sun-flecked dance offered slow-motion homage to the glorious perfection of decay and death. This moment will have been enough to call it the perfect day to die.
Day of the Dead, 2020