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Leaf Tornadoes
When I was little I always was fascinated by those leaf tornadoes. They spun the loose dirt and leaves in the air and across the ground for a few brief seconds before they dissolved into dust. I loved to watch them as they swirled, seeming to dance.
I used to think they were portals, gifts of escape, a route to bring me to a happier and more exciting place. Worlds of dragons and fairies or ones with magic and where dreams come true were lying in wait for me just through that doorway. I used to chase those tornadoes, but the instant I stepped within its boundaries it evanesced into thousands of shattered pieces. It became an endless puzzle that I was hopeless at completing.
As I’ve grown, I’ve chased fewer and fewer of those mystical leaf tornadoes. Though every time I see one I pause and hold my breath as it sweeps by. Now that I’m older I’m letting go of my childhood wonders and beliefs and they slip farther and farther away from the blissful past. College overcomes my doll house, jobs surpass running barefoot on dew covered grass, ACTs and SATs defeat hide-n-seek and new friends shove my old imaginary ones aside.
I’ve nearly pushed aside my old philosophy of my magical leaf tornadoes, but as I walk through my yard with my younger cousin my juvenile thoughts return as I remember the world through the eyes of a six year old.
“Look!” She points excitedly ahead of us.
My eyes dart the way she directs and my heart stops. Coming right at us is the tornado. My breath quickens as it hits its peak, it’s a large one, there’s no possible way it will miss us. I grab her hand and she squeezes mine as the wind starts to kick up around us. Together we step forward just as it swallows us whole, finally embracing me and all of my possibilities unfold.
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