Leaves settled where we are. Blown by the winds we’re keeping up so far. Arrows pointing north, three steps up from the second floor. We could run with them, we could run without. Experts say you’ll find just what you’re looking for when you take a look. Been there before. This could be a trigger to set off a spectacle. The cards have chosen the path you’re on, and you’re standing below. Answers evolve momentarily. Catch one catch them all; bring them back to me. Formulas alter; a minor change could balance all. Distinguishing objectives, and now here we are. Our lives in our eyes are always changing as we go. Leaves can stay, they can go, but they’ll be dried up by tomorrow and once their gone, you’ll be searching for arrows. Oh we’re having fun. It just feels like I’ve been searching for arrows. It’s become a spectacle. Searching for arrows.