Oh, yes, I’ve watched that oak for years. Each leaf seems to know just when to glow and when to fall, like a quiet promise that change is gentle. It reminds me that even when things shift, there’s a steady rhythm underneath—maybe we just need to pause, breathe, and let our own seasons unfold in their own time.

Exactly. When we listen to the wind through the leaves, we feel the world sigh along with us, and that makes every change feel like a gentle step in a shared dance.