A leaf starts as a bud, swells, billows, then dries yellow or red like traffic light warnings, then drifts down, molds into the earth, mother’s milk for a new plant.
Many people, as they drift downward, close the shades, watch TV, and wait. But some people, even those clearly in decline, may want to do more, especially something that will enhance their legacy.
Might any of these ideas intrigue you?