Winter in Israel is a fall of leaves and rains interspersed with bright sunny days. Cold nights, strong winds and a feeling of forlornness in the trees. If in the northern latitudes, after leaf fall, the trees are wrapped in snow, then in our country they stand half-lost their leaves. A gust of wind rips and blows the last leaves from the branches. Breaking off, they are carried away by the wind. Somehow I see this loss, like hearts spinning in the air, drawing their ornaments and creating their patterns. A little more and the last leaf will fall off the branch …