The Colors of Autumn Leaves

I let Ava get whatever she wanted at the bakery, even though we'd recently made a rule about no dessert stuff on weekdays. She had good points about our hypocrisy, as she was allowed muffins that were basically cake, so why couldn't she just have a cookie? So just today, I let her get a cookie as big as her face, and we walked the long avenue blocks to the park where we found a bench. The sun was low and behind the giant sugar maples, and it was hard to sort which leaves looked orange and red from the quality of the light. But what does that mean love for a color to be there but be hidden? What is an