A close-up of tree branches, with a single autumn leaf hanging on as it turns yellow.
Photograph: “Holding On” by Angel Eduardo

“Hey!” Antony trailed behind his friends. “Wait up!”

He had paused to stare at the trees. Wide, yellowed leaves bigger than his palms danced their way to the ground as a late September wind coiled through the branches. Orchard Street was a patchwork of emerald and ochre, a wet mat of autumn left from last night’s rainstorm. Looking ahead, Antony could see that hardly an inch of sidewalk was left uncovered. The growing cold was more apparent…