A woman stopped me in the street today to exclaim on the leaves. She was very taken with how they covered the ground.

I’ve never noticed them before today and they’re so beautiful, she exclaimed.

Together we examined the trees and I pointed out how some of them had begun to turn, some were on the turn and some had turned.

She urged that the leaves might stay on the ground, that she didn’t want people to remove them and did I think people might do that.  Then we agreed that if further rain was due they’d become slippy.  Tree’d consensus and off we trotted. Me East, her West. Lively leaved.