I was walking down a tree-lined street and autumn leaves were falling around me. Admiring this spectacle, I noticed that one of the leaves was in fact a £50 note. As I tried to catch it, it was caught by the breeze and I began chasing it. It danced in front of my face and flew away again. I picked up speed and eventually I caught up with it at the end of the street. It simply fell into my outstretched hand and I thanked it for choosing me.