In the Palm of Transition

Against a scattered canvas of fallen leaves and grass, a single hand rises, steady, intentional, holding a weathered maple leaf like memory made visible. The leaf, veined and dry with the hues of change, becomes a symbol of impermanence and quiet strength. Blue-painted nails flash boldly against the autumnal tones, adding a note of human presence, of creativity, of pause. Around it, the ground carries whispers of recent seasons, each fallen leaf an echo of motion and grace. This is not just a moment, it is a gesture of holding on, while gently letting go.