February 2, 2008 – As some of you, I’ve been following some dead leaves through their winter’s journey, and after the ice storm yesterday, the journey ended for many, and looking down, I saw them done, through with hanging on, frozen in the ice, preserved for a bit until they get mashed up when it thaws, walked on, decayed, trampled by dogs, deer, replaced. Feisty things, they brightened my winter, and now, I will always know to look for them.