The leaves note the change,
and the wind answers through them- autumn at the door. Little by little, the changes of autumn in New England happen through October, and then there are often bursts of color, one last flash until they all fall to the ground. Today there is yellow and red outside my window at work, and I can hear it, too. I am just enjoying the rustle, and no bustle, outside.
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