The cusp of a leaf danced in mid-air outside my window. Curious, I watched it float away only to return. It must be bound to a strand of spider web I reasoned, but where did the ends lead. It had to be attached to something. As if an alien craft, it went out and left, slid right and back. I held my breath as it stopped and hung motionless. Impossible. A stray breeze caught and broke whatever tenuous control the tiny curl possessed and whirled it away, dancing, tumbling, magical.