These maple leaves are still alive and capturing the sun — some of them. Others are dead. None are attached to a tree. None can reproduce. None can feed a root or a bud.
Yet so many of them are alive. Dying, sure, but alive.
This is not the “life” of a quickened bud, or that is held in the crown of a tree, thrusting out both roots and branches, but even more remarkable and strange. And I’m not talking about a second life as compost, or some such thing. They are just alive, that’s all. And that’s amazing.