Shimmer2 days ago8The Beginning of RipplesIt was a morning when ripples spread from where the leaf touched. Through them, the maple tree in the water swayed slowly.
A leaf fallen on the water kept circling in place for a long time. Beneath it, the whole sky had sunk down.
A single ginkgo leaf fell onto the empty pond at dusk and spun slowly, round and round. There were no ripples, yet it kept turning.
On a Sunday afternoon when the willow branches by the river brushed the water's surface, those ripples reached my ankles.
It was an autumn when leaves floated on the water, spinning in place. Beside them, I couldn't take a step for a long time.
I was sitting on a bench by the pond, and with one gust, the ripples went all the way over there and came back. Through them, the sky swayed a little.
I saw a red leaf that had fallen on the ice, staying still. As the sun set, water began to seep around it.