For the first time in my life the leaves are starting to change. I watch as lush green trees become peppered with yellow freckles. They match the soft moss that covers the cement columns. I am calm. Soon they will begin to fall, the life drifting softly, sweetly, out of the,. This is the moment that they have been waiting for. Their beautiful lifeless bodies will drift. They will lay their faces gently into the cheeks of their brothers. They will finally come to rest; the sweetness of life, a paradox, honey and smoke.