Walking on gravel

...it had just finished raining and I was peacefully walking down the street on my way to the place that I was destined to be at that moment.

I walked past a tall and elegant tree and noticed a perfectly round drop of water clinging desperately to the tip of one of its leaves, knowing that to fall would be its inevitable death.

As I admired this simple picture, my mind gained focus. I could see the crisp green of the leaf. I could see the complex system of veins maintaining its life. I could see the magnified image of the tip through the crystalline drop, and I could see the reflection of the skyline portrayed beautifully on its surface.

A soft gust of wind lazily blew by and made the leaf shiver. The leaf's vibrations made its tip whip around in a violent manner which in turn loosened the innocent drop's feeble grip, leaving it plunging to its death.

As I followed the drop's journey down to its resting place with my eyes, I watched as it splashed into a tiny puddle made up an apparently lavish amount of other drops, who, like this one, had fallen to their death only to form part of a whole new concept. No longer a drop, but a puddle.

Ironically, at the bottom of this puddle lay a drowned leaf, drenched and lifeless. By its shape I realized that it was the same type of leaf as the one that had just, in a way, caused the drop to fall and die.

A smile came to my face as I the let the profoundness of the moment sink in, and I walked away feeling, oddly enough, extremely accomplished.

Tributo a Joe Ades

Uno ícono de esta ciudad - lo cual dice mucho -, y uno de los personajes que más placer me ha dado encontrar en este planeta. Que descanse en paz.

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