making my way into work earlier this week, i happened to look down. it was the perfect leaf, strewn in with all kinds of other mottled and ripped leaves. it was a tiny little leaf, in the shape of a heart, with the stem pointing away from the heart-shape. it’s the leaf i’d been imagining if i ever get the guts to get a tattoo:


and placement of where i think i’d want it to end up (although i’d just want black and white–no color):


yes, fall is my friend.