Fall

The leaves are just starting to turn here, ever so gradually.  Fall is so patient, so gentle, as though waiting for us to fetch our coats and socks before arriving.  Who will go first?  Is it possible that the Japanese people have effected their climate?  Solitary striking red, subtle within a still green tree.  Orange, slowly soaking its way down the branches.  It seems as though time is withdrawing and everything is suspended in the midst of change.  How is this fall different from any other?  How is it the same?