In elementary, outside the school there was this square inlet, created from the way the building were put together. Occasionally, piles of excess leaves would collect here. I would sit here, alone, for hours, almost every day, just to watch the leaves get blown around in circles, like a small tornado. Sometimes it would be something small and dainty. At other times it would be something full of fury and anger - it was the best then. I though it was really cool, but I couldn’t always see because I had to shield my eyes when the leaves would fly in my face. Afterwards, I would organize the leaves so that they would be picked up by the wind again.