[Falling Leaves - 落葉歸根] I wondered how it was possible that life could go on being so much the same when she was no longer with us. In June or September, when rain cascaded down and wind howled through the streets, I would curse Niang as I struggled along seemingly endless Avenue Joffre, carrying my heavy book bag and sloshing through water at times ankle deep, clinging desperately to a wind-blo..