What glorious glorious days of sunshine and crystal clear light, of cold fresh air that stings your lungs, of roses still blooming and multicoloured leaves lying on the ground, like a palette abandoned in the park. I make a quiet sigh of relief as I feel that with the leaves falling all around, all my worries and concerns, my frustrations and my angers fall with them. I feel lifted from my “stories” floating in my head like clouds blocking out the light of the simple essentiality of being. Listen, I feel like saying as I stare at all the pretty yellow and red leaves on the grass, look how beautiful you are, but you are not needed now, nature can let you go: it can bare its branches to the skies as I can bare my soul to the heavens. It's on these days of clarity I have this sense of empathy with the world, I see a connection everywhere. I look at an old man digging his vegetable garden and I know what he feels, I look into the eyes of the Moroccan selling paper tissues and I feel I know him, the big smile on the painted face of the cashier in the supermarket makes me want to cry. I feel the Oneness with all: we all feel the same things, we all laugh and cry and, though our stories are all different, our empty branches when exposed to the skies, are all made of the same bark.