leaf prints.

I had a quite realization of something yesterday. As I was walking back to my house, I noticed the outlines of many different leaves on the sidewalk. The leaves had been blown away but still their marked remained imprinted on the walkway. The thought occurred to me that there are things in this life that are like those leafs. There are moments, people, comments; that come into our lives for a short time. Then they are blown away like those leaves. Yet, they make an imprint on our lives. It made me wonder about my leaf print. When I am taken out of someones life, do I remain an imprint that when they see it they smile, or do I leave a mark that they wish they could rub out of their life.