Time seems to have frozen. There is always a permanent state of wonder. Like the continuous falling of leaves from a tree which never runs out of leaves to shed, during an endless autumn. The days become colder and darker and the slowly decaying leaves surround the doomed tree. There is no wind to carry them away. The still air laments between the empty branches . The tree however, has to withstand the autumn. It cannot withdraw from the fate that awaits it. The winter that will follow seems like a distant tale told by wanderers who take shelter under the tree.
He sat under the tree in the endless time counting the falling leaves but if you asked him how many have fallen so far, he would not know. Repressing everything related to the tree, the falling leaves and the never ending autumn, had become a way of life for him. Because regardless of the fate of the tree and the frozen time, he could not sit there any longer. The world does not wait. The day came when he had to get up from under the tree and continue the walk of life. Pretending to never have known the tree and its fate. Silently stepping on the decaying leaves on the ground around him. One step at a time he walked towards his path. A path he had never meant to have taken and did not know where it led.
Is it ok for him to come back and count the falling leaves every once in a while? To see if the autumn has finally transformed into the long dreaded winter? He does not know. But he will always think about it. He will always think about the silence in and around him. A normal walk on a normal path is not what he was destined for. Maybe he will never travel on the road he wanted to, for that road was built for two. But there is one thing he is sure of. When he got up from under that tree and started on the path he did not ever plan to go on, he left a part of himself under the tree. While this was not easy, but he wonders if the falling leaves will ever stop and the part he left behind will follow the path he took to find him at the end of his journey.