Time to hybernate and perculate and heal. Every last drop of colour drained to the dregs. No, not every last. There is always some faded bit, left over, hanging on, hoping. Even when the last leaf falls I will not fail. Because when i was a little four year old girl me, my mom, and Jesus built a ginger bread house together at an unforgotten christmas. I can hang on to that memory forever as the last drop of red in the last leaf hanging on the barren tree preparing for winter. Preparing to hybernate, perculate and heal. Just in order to be ready for the unveiling next spring.