Joy walked across the park where a beautiful young woman was sitting with a yellow maple leaf in her hands. "You never cease to amaze me, Joy. One minute, you're following me around like a petty pot of glue and as soon as I'm out of the picture, you're onto conquering the next challenge." "Look who's talking", laughed Joy, "While you last, you're a celebration. And then you're gone, for months on end. You raise desperate hopes and then leave a cold trail. And right when I'm recovering from the void you'd left behind, you jump back in, more beautiful and vibrant than before. How am I to help myself?" "Stop chasing me", Autumn snapped mischievously. "I would if I could", Joy answered matter-of-factly. Her laugh was crisp, like the raking of leaves. "You're always changing Autumn, you're in a constant flux. It's taken me many seasons to learn and accept that you'd