The leaves start to fall.
Red, yellow and brown.
A mosaic is forming on the ground.
A whisper ripples through the air.
The leaves begin to dance.
Two steps forward. One on the left. Then forward again.
A leaf leaps high into the air.
High up, close to the sky.
Blending in with the colors of the sunset.
A gentle voice accompanies it.
A voice with no name.
A voice with no face.
The voice starts to hum.
First quietly.
Then louder. And louder.
A voice of change.
The mosaic is gone.
Nevertheless.
Another leaf begins to fall.