I walked among the trees this afternoon, at the Upper Green of the ever-busy New Haven Downtown, and most of them are shrouded in yellow and copper. As I walked around, my mind tried to picture the place once, a burial ground where hundreds of loved ones were buried, a long-long time ago. While the living are walking, riding their bikes, jogging, sitting on some benches and chatting up some non-sense, those who passed away are sleeping soundly underneath. The world above them is shivering every time the wind blows and muttering about the gloomy weather. Autumn is starting to wither and the world is gray.