Monday, 21 November 2011
I found this leaf lying on our stairs one friday afternoon. It instantly caught my attention because it possessed a tiny but very clear white pattern which was intricately imprinted at the back. I didn’t know what it was, but strangely I felt it was for me. So I kept it. It really is more breathtaking to look at it in real life.
Patterns are a mystery. Organized chaos. Universal truth.
I keep this little leaf beside my boys’ photo on my white board…