Every evening this fall when she left work, she noticed that the leaves seemed to glow, holding the last of summer’s light. And yesterday, with the help of the rain and wind, the trees released their golden leaves and the lingering hues of summer tumbled downward in cold clumps.
This morning when she arrived at work, she noticed bare limbs preparing for the weight of snow and the press of winter gray skies. And the corporate landscapers were already busy scooping away the foliage to make the lawn tidy again. Which was too bad, really because she preferred the scattered patterns of the fading leaves and that superbly satisfying rustle underfoot. And the smell of fall among crunchy leaves? – just so nice.