Reflections

"Karen!", she called, "what am I going to write my essay on!" I looked up to see Abby, my animated friend. I felt the corners of the mouth curl up into the familiar smile as she ran toward me and pressed a leaf into my palm. I looked at it for a moment before giving her a quizzical glance. "I picked it for some inspiration but it isn't helping," she said with a huff and a slight frown. I looked down at the crumpled foliage in my hand and turned it round in my fingers.

It's fascinating how every leaf is different. I looked at this one - it was a deep green moving into a hint of yellow along the edges. It was about to change. I thought of me - I was changing too and it was scary to no longer be that little girl I had grown used to but a young lady - eager to experience life and yet nervous of what that meant. Things get harder as one gets older and this leaf lo...