Some people might just see dead things. I don’t. I see shapes and color and curves of autumn. I see a sleepy time, hibernation, and soon, the advent of rejuvenation. I see a richness of texture and depth of color, curves and lines. I see the shadow of a curled, brittle leaf. I see life that has run its fruitful course. I see families, I see teams, I see closeness, I see huddles. I see sleep, and napping on a cold autumn morning. Do you see just a bunch of dead leaves or do you see possibilities?