Work of Redemption
Maybe it was the music playing in my ears at that moment, a string trio by Mendelssohn, or maybe it was the release of a work week's tension, but I was suddenly overwhelmed by the bravery of those leaves, by the work of redemption they perform every spring.
Of course, there's a biological explanation for what they do. I vaguely remember it from high school biology class.
But for me, the biological becomes the metaphorical, just as the walk becomes the lodestone, the anchor of a day.