...all the leaves are brown/and the sky is grey....
My neighborhood is alive with sound and color. Kids play football in the street. Old men pass with grocery sacks, parents rake while tots tumble in piles of leaves. A crew works on the roof of a house, one of the men shirtless. Neither the temperature nor his physique support such a display. Falling chunks of space rock decorate the sky.
I hope it's chunks of space rock.
Fancy demands it.
(California Dreamin', The Mamas and The Papas)