leaf convention

They spend all their lives up in the air, up in the sky, attached to twigs attached to branchlets attached to branches, but in the autumn they all come to the great convention center at ground level. They are all so excited, swarming and rushing about, gathering in clusters, playing mad games. This is their carnival, their great parade, their festival of a lifetime. We ground dwellers--grass and snakes and dogs and people, etc.--smile indulgently and don't mind at all how they take over every...