Without breeze or wind to blow them, leaves of red and gold tumbled to the base of tall maples in our yard today. Walking in them was a joy. They crunched and flew with an upward, playful toe flick. In the sun, it was 21 degrees. A delightful respite, a reminder of our dry, warm summer before the temperature will inevitably drop to bone chilling; before this evening’s dazzling sunset of reds and golds.