There is such grace in a single leaf. Such wonder in the translucence of that which has heretofore appeared opaque. Such amazement in details. Such dignity in maintaining one's composure even when life has been severely disrupted. When we least expect it, we are, like this leaf, held up to the light of others' opinions, their careful vision, their needless comparisons. Fortunately, we all carry with us the dignity of a plant newly divided, beginning each day anew, faults and all. We are larger in spirit than we know. More complex. Our glow outshines our faults. We face disruptions large and small--and go on growing. We are all single leaves. In a garden.