As I walk through the woods, a forest I have hiked many times, I become aware of the trees. The canopy, which was once an opulent green has changed. It is as if they have exchanged their work clothes for party dresses, tripping the light fantastic with vibrant reds and oranges. I look around. The whole forest is celebrating! Squirrels and chipmunks scurry around collecting walnuts and acorns: fungi push their fruiting bodies up through the soil like little drink umbrellas; jays and crows call out the next song to the eager crowd. Soon, the time comes for the lights to dim and the trees will cast aside even these clothes and stand naked, their tall limbs reaching up to embrace the autumn sky. The mood shifts as they sway under the full moon, rejoicing in their freedom. Their work is done, the celebration complete. It is time to sleep.