It happened from one day to the next. Just like that the city pavements are covered in leaves. “On my count,” bellowed the Silver Maple, “Three, two, one” and they all came falling down. It’s always such a treat to walk through the university and see it raining leaves. Crimson. Copper. Acid yellow. The path outside our front door is a carpet of russet and gold. What’s beautiful about this slither of Autumn is that the no matter how many leaves land on your doorstep, there are still just as many on the trees.