A Fluttering Visitor

I pushed past the terrace screen door onto the warm balcony tiles. Near a terra cotta pot, a tiny yellow maple leaf fluttered in the breeze. I gently crouched down, opening my pocket to fetch my red button, wondering if the leaf wanted to trade colors. But when I reached out, a crisp puff of air swirled around my feet and sent the leaf spinning into the air like a little dancing companion! I stood up straight and gave a happy hop, spinning in a circle to match its delightful twirl.