Tumbling of leaves

My ipod went weird. When I tried to turn it on to listen to as I walked the music sounded all speeded up. I left it on the stairs and went without it. I’m glad I did. I thought about the power of acceptance as I made my way to the beginning of St David’s Road. And then I heard it. The wind had suddenly got up and it caught the fresh fall of leaves on the road. They began to tumble and roll down the slight hill. A great rustling followed. I would’ve missed it with my headphones on. I felt present. And for that moment I knew I wasn’t meant to be anywhere else.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.