Looking from the window of my room toward Queen’s Road, I am surprised that I can see cars, trucks, and buses through the foliage remaining on the chestnut trees lining a branch of the Kennet that flows by the Reading Gaol. I am even more surprised that I do not remember seeing the traffic from my window ever before, although I must have seen it each and every winter for the last ten years. Perhaps I am baffled because recent storms have left the branches of the regal trees almost bare, whereas the leaves usually fall off much more gradually, exposing the road behind them considerably later in the season. It may be that the gradual adjustment to the winter views renders invisible not only the change but also the effects of change.