There is a provocative dance taking place outside my window. The tree that refused to turn colour or shed its leaves has decided that today is the day.

It started last night as leaves began to let go and float gently to the ground. When I woke up this morning, the tree was half naked and still disrobing, one, three and ten leaves at a time. Most the leaves are still green, but some are tinged with yellow. The ground below is now carpeted with these colours.

By this time tomorrow, the dance will be over and the tree will be bare like its neighbours who’ve already done the dance.

I’m glad I’ll be working here all day. It should be a good show.