Changes

One neighbor keeps ahead of the leaves and if they fall too quickly he's outside creating piles of leaves.  One  neighbor lets the leaves pile up on her deck until they are elbow deep.

I recall jumping in piles of leaves and walking on a trail in the High Knob area of  Gambrill State Park--listening to the crunching of leaves. And who hasn't collected leaves—for their colors?

When I look at the bare branches—save for a tenacious leaf or two—I am aware of how quickly things change. The bright red and orange leaves turn brown and a blustery wind loosens their grip.

That's how things happen. Turn away for a brief spell and the landscape alters.

It's a cycle. One event releases the energy of the next event.

One word releases a reaction and that reaction, that ricochet, depends upon the preceding words—and the landscape changes.