The wind is finally dying down. Leaves are scattered widely – we have plenty from the oaks in the park, for example, and the maples next door and across the street. Raking isn’t over yet.

There are still a few stalwarts among the maples holding on to a deep yellow crown against the silver-silver-black web of empty branches, nodding in the breeze.

I’ll be taking a few days off over the next week to go to my Oma’s funeral. It’s important, for me at least, to reconnect, person to person, face to face – and to step away from the computer for a time to recalibrate my point of view. I’ll still keep notes, and add them here when I get back. Good-bye until then.