Choose any tree.
Days go by.
I remember thinking this one Rosh Hashanah afternoon in Central Park while walking home with my mother from the synagogue. All around us were the gold, yellow and crimson leaves - once again, Rosh Hashanah fell as the fall of foliage began. They shed their leaves at the same time, yet their trunks, and branches and roots remain. I was maybe twelve or thirteen at the time, and I remember the excitement of the realization that I am part of some grand and mysterious picture. That was the beginning of my Shedding Theory.