…of brown leaves rolling on wet, golden-green grass as I walked through the park to collect the children after school. The sun shone down from behind me and all around, the kind of golden late afternoon light that trumpets between low puffy storm clouds breaking up after the rain. Ahead, the leaves were blowing slantwise up the hill in great droves before the wind, like hundreds of baby chicks fleeing after their mother. And beyond, in the near distance, dark clouds flowed over the foothills, shadow and mist, silky black animals stalking their prey.