Relative Something

The color of the landscapes in my region seem to change by the hour lately. It is mesmerizing. Yesterday, when I left the driveway to head off to the day-job, the leaves of our trees hardly hinted of the end of summer. Upon my return, at the end of the day, the difference was downright shocking! The honey locust tree that dominates one side of our lot had changed to a glowing yellow-orange color, and in the span of hours, was already showering everything beneath it in a blanket of those tiny leaves.