Hysteresis

Late summer. A yellow leaf hangs from a tree, part and parcel. Raindrops accumulate at the top of the canopy, trickle down, down, down, slowly, quick, quick, quick, and then...

All it takes is one. Drop. The leaf and gravity dance partners, swirling, lovers, united, lines in the air. A one-shot dance.

Then? Sunshine all over again. Wooded carpet. Flying rugs no more.