I looked out the door the day after Thanksgiving, and the winds work had been completed. Nearly all the leaves had been stripped from the trees. We have had so little rain that I am sure they were more fragile, and the wind had gusted at 25mph, only the brown of a few oaks clung to the branches. The oaks generally hang on the longest, seemingly until spring, but the others are the brighter golds and reds that glow through the forest behind our house. There is a railway track about 200 yards behind our yard, and in the summer, you can hardly see the trains as they speed into the city with workers. Then comes the fall, when we can open our windows and hear the engines. Then the cold, when the leaves fall and the trains suddenly appear through the trees. I love this time of year!