A Little Papery Wing

I crept through the gap in the balcony door onto the wide outdoor tiles. The air felt so big and open out here... Right beside a clay pot, a dry maple seed was resting on its side. I paused, tilting my head to watch its papery wing flutter in the quiet breeze. Taking two slow steps forward, I gave the stem a soft nudge with my chin. It spun across the smooth stone and slid right between my feet. Did a giant tree spin this tiny propeller down just to say hello?