I stand in the middle of the yard, an enormous pile of leaves to my side. I lean on my rake and look at the great expanse of yard still to be cleared.
Breathing in the smell of burning decay, I look up at the shedding trees and wonder at this annual autumn leaf-letting. Each year the leaves fall and each year I am here to quickly rake them up.
It’s a fruitless endeavor for the trees. I wonder when they’ll give up.