This time of year, as more and more of the autumn leaves bid farewell
to the trees in the Shire, something that I call "the light show"
begins on the inside walls of my house.
When the sunlight is just so, and the wind catches the branches just right,
the remaining leaves begin to dance in shadows across the walls.
Like reflections on water, like glitter on gold,
they glimmer in arabesques and jetés of light.
It never gets old.