EXT. LONDON, HYDE PARK, EARLY MORNING

The colours never cease to amazed me. The browns... theyyellows... the reds. Each and every one is beautiful, butnever perfect. But if you look closely, and I mean closely,you can see how different each is. With a fleck of blackhere, and a hint of gold there... some have holes in. Theones with holes in are my favourite. In every leaf with ahole you can see straight through it - simple. Every humanhas holes in, there is no perfect human. The most damagedhumans, the ones with the largest holes in, cant see rightfrom wrong, and left from right.

I decide to turn left that day. I never turn left, but todayI wanted to see what was down this path and what I had beenmissing ever since I turned right. The ground was loud withleaves beneath my feet and the trees did not help withdampening the sound. I had never noticed how vibrantly redthe leaves were until I was face to face with them. That andsome black killer heels.