Opening Scene

I felt like a movie director this morning.  There was no story, no actors, but a magnificent opening credit scene.  Green lawns, classic New England stone walls, and a morning sky filled with fast moving clouds from the Northeast dappling the light.  From the sky, the camera pans in closer to the treeline as a cello note, deep and plaintive, follows the brown leaves falling in a graceful steady arc to the ground.  Not the golden and red beauties we associate with New England autumns, but salt scarred and wrinkled brown leaves, a legacy from Tropical Storm Irene.  A portent of the drama to unfold…..