It seems that all at once, the trees in UW-Madison decided to shed their leaves on today, Sunday November 3, 2002, the day after the Halloween celebration. Perhaps their reasoning behind this has to do with some sort of cleansing ritual – to say that the ground is covered with beer cans, bodily fluid, or any other remnants of the events that took place over the weekend. Maybe, as a freshman, the leaves fell to foreshadow a demise of some sort? An optimistic possibility would be that the seasons change as students do, a new season for a new environment, shedding a layer of life so to speak. Or is it the physical death of the mechanisms of life for the tree? And with these bare trees the scenery has changed, the cascading silver lake with white crests is visible from the dorms where before a brushy canopy allowed only a slight windows glimpse; never permitting a full view of the choppy waters. Branches bare leave the trees vulnerable to the impending winter that will chill the marrow from their trunks. Even the sky is affected by the transformation, gray and empty; the wind finds no playful cover to blow threw and must instead create the hollowing winter warnings which wistfully weather minds trying to sleep at night. The path to classes is covered by the leaves, all of the same shape, creating a deceiving rustle that hides the way. Seasons change and leaves fall, and for whatever reason I can offer, examining the possible meanings, the answer, the truth is that the world goes round no matter what and with that everlasting spinning comes the Fall.