The leaves are going, ever so slowly, but they are going. I took this picture at the end of last week, and those golden leaves are brown now. What I see is a layering of leaves; some are gone, some have turned lovely shades of gold and orange, and some are still clinging to their green. What I think is that transition is best undertaken at your own pace.
The most minute transformation
is like a pebble
dropped into a still lake.
The ripples spread out endlessly.