Late-fallen

On a sun-soaked flagstone, a late-fallen oak leaf curls into its own shadow.

This is my day-one contribution to this month’s River of Stones, where writers around the world will make a conscious effort to notice and record some small thing every day during the month of January.

I will be posting my small stones here and on Twitter, where my and others’ Tweets will be marked with the hashtag #smallstone.