November 12, 2011. I was walking. The wind was moving the remaining leaves northward, and the sun was shining from its new southern slant. It was a crisp morning. And then I saw these Sumac leaves - red, orange, yellow, green and brown - they were being whipped by the wind. So slight and crinkled, hanging on by a thread, pliable in the wind. The sun highlighted their color, dappled by shadow in the early morning. I stopped, others stopped too, curious as to what I was looking at. And then they saw it.
