Chasing the Leaf

Yesterday, while sitting in the park, I watched my little girl chasing a leaf in the wind.  Every time she was close to grasping it, a small gust blew the leaf a little further on.  My daughter was becoming increasingly frustrated.

‘Come here Mr Leaf,’ she told it, frowning and laughing. ‘You naughty, naughty leaf.  Stay still so I can catch you.’

It is one of the privileges of childhood, I reflected, to imagine you can control the world around you.  And it’s just a pity that so many people never grow out of this delusion.


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