The weather is in the forties and leaves are still on the trees though many have fallen and been collected. Often you see them on the side of the road in piles you want to jump on back first like a soft dusty mattress and you remember. Then there are those trees that look like someone is gently shaking a golden sheet with small golden coins. Or the leaves scurrying across the street while a V line of geese fly south. I saw it all yesterday. All with multilayers of gray up above. And I sighed. Beauty.