Staring out of the window of my warm apartment, I notice that the leaves are starting to loose their battle against the wind. I watch, while the last ones standing – or hanging, in this case – have to give up their heroic attempt to stay close to their beloved tree, and fall. Autumn gales have brought about a massacre, I think while sipping my hot coco. Yet the victims did not die a useless death. They will provide food and shelter for a new generation!
Every Autumn I have poetic, melodramatic moods. Nothing to worry about, it’s not contagious, it’ll pass.