If I were a leaf that survived the late-October snowstorm...

...which included the severing and crashing to the ground of large, large, limbs from even larger trees, I'm thinking that, having lived through that, I'm not falling off my tree for a long, long time.

Leaf collection?

Forget about it!

(Written on the floor of the second floor of the New Britain Public Library, where we've gone to get warm and charge our various electronica on this fourth day of no power.)