“Look. They are dancing.”
The little boy heard her mom said as they walked down a street on a windy spring day.
Two walls sat in perpendicular and formed a small cornered square. In the middle was a pile of leaves spinning merrily.
The boy recalled the month of March in H-City, when big yellow leaves would cover the whole walkway. Street cleaners with huge brooms would form them into piles and waited for collection. The air was in shades of warm gold, everything held a strong contrast with crisp profiles under the subtropical autumn sun.
It was the same sun, just at a different latitude now. To a boy it was the moment that counts.
He let out a smile at the sight of the spinning leaves. These were tiny ones, so it was not hard to imagine small spirited creatures in some sort of celebration. The swirling air had lifted them only slightly off the ground without arousing much interests from passer-by. The boy had not learnt about physics or air motions, but that did not matter at all. It attracted and fascinated him anyhow. The boy stay rooted in front of the mini tornados as long as he could, before running off to a mother yelling from some way ahead.🍂
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