The sky over Essex is Japanese paper, thick & grey & low.
But even in this dulled light the Autumn leaves put on
a show that would shame a Rave. Driving North between
avenues of Maples I remember the first time we caught
a train out of Grand Central up the coast to Boston
in the fall. The trees that year had the contrast
turned up full like 1970’s colour tv’s.
I’d never seen nature look so fake.