While the psycho world of trump continues to lurch wildly out of control, hopefully circling the drain, inches of rain have liberated swirls of turning leaves onto the earth. Flowers persist in presenting bursts of color against the dark, wet sky. Bees are drowsily winding down their efforts extracting every last drop of nectar. Trees are happily sucking in all the rain. You can feel the metaphorical changes in the air. Here are some transitional scenes.