Walking forward, podcast in her ears, she was distracted, thinking about the events of the day. Things were going as planned, and not as planned, and sideways, and all in all there was a lot to think about. Stay, go, stay, go. A lot to do. But not right now; right now she was out, walking, thinking, on autopilot, one foot in front of the other

And then, suddenly, she stopped, looking ahead

In front of her was a long corridor of trees, all of them bright with color. As far as she could tell, they had all picked that exact moment to start letting go of their leaves, a veritable rain of colors falling as far as she could see

It was, she decided, something to behold