And Through the Woods And Through the Woods The leaves are bright against the black trunks of the trees. They flutter in the fading light of the setting sun, briefly covering the surrounding hills with a display of fiery red, orange, and yellow. It is all a blur to me as I follow the signs to the gravel road that leads to my grandmothers farmhouse. There are a lot of things on my mind, but watching the dying leaves is a pleasa