I am falling. A giant leaf on the damp ground. Breaking down. Decaying. Pieces of me are breaking off and becoming parts of other beings. The light is going. There is the sweet smell of decay in my nostrils singing a lullaby. There is a bare openness above. The softness of summer departs revealing the white hard, unforgiving bones. We are all falling together. Falling in to the ground to be mulched and transformed. There is a magical place in the dark woods where we have fallen. A place of alchemy and transformation.