Living in Florida means that everyday life moments in the Midwest become cataclysmic events if they aren't expected.
I was viciously attacked by a leaf today.
I was driving in downtown Orlando. It slammed into the windshield, then was gone as quickly as it came. I'm still shaking over this, for I live in Florida. Fall does not happen here. It hasn't been below 60 degrees for months and months. I didn't see any other leaves in the immediate area anywhere.
Where'd this leaf come from?
What did it want from me?
Did the leaf act alone?
Was this just a warning?
I raked and jumped into piles of them as an Ohio child and now they seek their revenge.
September 23, 2003