This year, times seems to be running faster, as if everything wants it to be over.
The freshly fallen leaves already look like they are from last year. And they don’t even read the news.
This is the game I played, called Still Live, ironically: You walk around and take the leaves as they are. You may remove a stem or piece of dirt, but you may not add.
So one fights against the randomness of every appearance, without creative power, only allowed to select.
This makes for a nice morning walk in the woods, despite.