Apples

I saw an apple fall off a tree today. Not so unusual at the moment in this little countryside village, but it almost hit me as it fell onto the path and into my mind. 

It made me think about timing, and the perfect or imperfection of it. How sometimes we are just perfectly ready to be picked and so we let go of the branch that kept us and we fall on the path or into the mind of a stranger walking by. 

And other times, we aren’t ready yet and we get grabbed and catapulted through something we were not expecting. 

R/ 

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