Early this morning I drove to the cemetery to see my mother and fathers gravesite. Surprisingly, their were still flowers poking through the fallen leaves. I then sat in the car, listened to music and stared at a magnificent Maple. Once their was enough light, I got out again and walked about. The beauties of Autumn slowly give way to the coming winter. The rain has been cold, and the winds blow powerfully at times. And the birds retreat and have become silent.