I didn't actually catch is, it drifted down as I was on my morning ride and landed in my lap. That little sign of fall arriving Thursday, while still hot and feeling like summer did give me pause.
My wife used to find joy in the changing of the seasons and would run and chase leaves trying to catch them before they hit the ground. I don't know where or when that started, but it was a ritual every fall to catch the first leaf to recognize the coming cold. Great triumph was the reward to hold a dried and crumbling leaf symbolizing the passing of the green growth period and the arrival of the dark sleepy time.
It brought a smile and a tear.