Waiting for the leaves

When the leaves fell, things would feel better. The world would have shaken off its heaviness and he would see the sky through his window again. He knew what he needed. He had everything ready. He was just waiting for one good windy day to strip the branches bare. But the weather was calm and the air was still, all through September, all through October. Every tree he looked at had a leaf or two, just clinging on. He sat like a ship becalmed, until the new leaves came.