Tonight, in Seattle, there is going to be a strong wind plucking these orange leaves from the branches and scattering them to the ground. Wet rain will soak the pavement. It may some comforting, but I feel so selfish when I know there are homeless people getting cold, huddling each other for warmth. I wish the world is a kinder place. But I guess life goes through the motion. Life is never fair, it’s just there. Eventually all things shall come to an end and then reborn again.