Just a little sketch I did recently after I found myself in the middle of a leaf tornado. It happened so suddenly that I was unable to get my camera out to capture it. Instead I drew it – one of those unadulterated joyous moments that make you want to laugh out loud and spin around like Julie Andrews in the Alps.
On a windy day, I love to watch piles of colourful leaves come alive and race each other down the road. Tumbling, twisting, turning, clacking and tapping on the tarmac then taking off and dancing high into the air. Since my tornado moment, few leaves remain – they are either a soggy, slippy mulch or they’ve been hoovered up by the city council’s cleaning trucks. I shall miss them.