I looked out of the window pane onto the empty courtyard.

Empty that is of people but not empty of life. Definitely not empty of life.

The leaves were there. In all their glory. And they were dancing. Joyfully and with abandon, they were dancing with the wind. Such a beautiful sight. Those leaves of orange and green and musty brown. Dancing with an invisible partner to a silent tune.

Skipping around. Up and down. Back and forth. To and fro. Playing with each other. Playing with the wind.

My heart lifted at the sight.

I had an impression of spirits there too all dancing around.

Loving the gift of the wind. Loving the gift of the leaves. Loving the gift of life. Loving change.