Enrobed by slender clouds that glistened and flickered and then slowly went out the sky waned tonight with delicate coral hues that reflect colour off these vaporous hills to mimic the great maple shaped leaves at the top of the trees that fade to the orange of autumn. I gaze up into the fiery colours and feel the first sense of autumn. Backlit by the last rays of the September sun the tree shrinks against the skyline. Its leaves must eventually fall and diminish against the colder days and soon the tree shall take every drop of goodness back that it has given itself and leave us with a magnificent golden passage to winter.