MEMPHIS IN NOVEMBER A week ago the Gingko leaves shone yellow through and through it was as though their clarion glow came of inner luminescence. And now, this show of letting go. Skies so blue they startle you, no more the washed-out hues of summer, as gusts of wind send leaves from trees like bursts of joyous laughter. But in a week, maybe two, soon to ensue, all that comes after: skeletal trees and the brown, brittle leaves driven down city streets by bitter winds. Everythings ends. And then begins again. Mike Geary Memphis