The leaves lay thick on our garden path, soft and pliable, fresh yellow, orange and red. After tidying up a bit, we started a fire and sat in the chilly sun to read. The black and white pages did not hold my attention. I found my eyes drifting up to admire the remaining jewels on the tree limbs not quite ready to jump into the pile with their siblings. Savor this moment. The leaves will too soon grow crispy and brown.