Suddenly, the trees are bare. Two days ago, the maples still wore their red and yellow leaves. Then a tremendous wind blew through, ripping everything to shreds. The bare trees look unlovely now. Change of life; change of season.
When we women go through the change of life, our beauty leaves, and people (men, in particular) no longer look at us or even see us. They look right through us.
But suddenly we can see clearly. All those decades we were at the mercy of our hormones. It turns out, that's not who we really are.
Now that the trees have lost their leaves, i can see so much farther into the woods.