In Discovery Park, the towering big leaf maples are still mostly mantled in green, but some leaves already let go of life, and have fallen to the ground.
I pick these up, transfixed by their intricate veins, brilliant with chlorophyll, the surrounding leaf tissue dying in a yellow haze.
Glowing gold turns dusky, before crumbling and decaying into humus; home to worms and beetles and thousands of other life forms invisible to us in their dark netherworld.
The fallen leaf is an end and a beginning. Blessed are the big leaf maples.