The Perigee — Llama in the Afternoon

I still don’t know if I would have pulled the trigger.

I stare out the window watching a sullied gold leaf searching for a path to the ground. It swirls, tumbles, and lifts out of sight beyond the green plaster rim of the window. A few minutes later, it enters my view again, this time from a different angle; but again loses its battle with the rising current determining its flight path.