Leaves, Day 1
Editor's note: Levels is being stopped at this point due to lack of inspiration. The author is switching to a different 'L' story line -- Leaves.
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Early October is such a pretty time in northern Michigan. In many other sections of the country, October signals the beginning of the time for things to die. In northern Michigan, it signals the time of fulfillment.
Starting in the spring and all through the summer, the ash and maple trees pump nutrients from roots to the leaves in preparation for October. And if their preparation was done well, the entire woods are welcomed to a glorious performance of colors and shades, providing a warm glow that last deep into the cold winter.
In many sections of the country, leaves die in October and fall to the ground, to be raked up and either burned or stuffed into a paper sack. In northern Michigan, the leaves transform from their green sameness into unique, bursting colors, and then when they are ready, glide gracefully to the waiting audience of the woods ground. There they are joined by their fellow performers, eventually snuggling together and drifting off to sleep.
“Hey J, what’s up?”
“Nuttin’ Freako, what’s up with you?”
“Nuttin’”
J, (his full name was Jeremiah, his friends called him ‘J’), was 9 years old that fateful October. He had lived in northern Michigan all his life, and like most in that area, never grew tired of the fall colors.
J’s friend’s name was Frederick. Most called him Freddy. J called him Freako, Fagmaster, Fropworst, and lots of other names that began with ‘F’. They were best friends that October.
“J, let’s go look for the Leaf.”
The Leaf was described in an old wood’s legend about a hermit who lived deep in the woods. The hermit owned a tree that only had one leaf, the leaf. And that leaf, in October, turned a bright purple. If you found that hermit, that tree, and that leaf, after it had turned purple and before it fell to the ground, you would … well, no one was sure what would happen, but it was suppose to be really cool, and that is all a pair of nine year old boys needed to know.
“You bet Fredmister. How about us looking in those woods behind the school today?”
“Those woods, J? Gee, I don’t know. You know what they say about them?”
“Yeah, I know Frighternister. You scared, you little girl?”
“I ain’t scared.”
“Let’s go.”
And the adventure began.
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Early October is such a pretty time in northern Michigan. In many other sections of the country, October signals the beginning of the time for things to die. In northern Michigan, it signals the time of fulfillment.
Starting in the spring and all through the summer, the ash and maple trees pump nutrients from roots to the leaves in preparation for October. And if their preparation was done well, the entire woods are welcomed to a glorious performance of colors and shades, providing a warm glow that last deep into the cold winter.
In many sections of the country, leaves die in October and fall to the ground, to be raked up and either burned or stuffed into a paper sack. In northern Michigan, the leaves transform from their green sameness into unique, bursting colors, and then when they are ready, glide gracefully to the waiting audience of the woods ground. There they are joined by their fellow performers, eventually snuggling together and drifting off to sleep.
“Hey J, what’s up?”
“Nuttin’ Freako, what’s up with you?”
“Nuttin’”
J, (his full name was Jeremiah, his friends called him ‘J’), was 9 years old that fateful October. He had lived in northern Michigan all his life, and like most in that area, never grew tired of the fall colors.
J’s friend’s name was Frederick. Most called him Freddy. J called him Freako, Fagmaster, Fropworst, and lots of other names that began with ‘F’. They were best friends that October.
“J, let’s go look for the Leaf.”
The Leaf was described in an old wood’s legend about a hermit who lived deep in the woods. The hermit owned a tree that only had one leaf, the leaf. And that leaf, in October, turned a bright purple. If you found that hermit, that tree, and that leaf, after it had turned purple and before it fell to the ground, you would … well, no one was sure what would happen, but it was suppose to be really cool, and that is all a pair of nine year old boys needed to know.
“You bet Fredmister. How about us looking in those woods behind the school today?”
“Those woods, J? Gee, I don’t know. You know what they say about them?”
“Yeah, I know Frighternister. You scared, you little girl?”
“I ain’t scared.”
“Let’s go.”
And the adventure began.
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