THIS IS HOW IT IS Another 50 -Word Story          There is a time in autumn when the leaves on the sycamores        start to dry, the wind blows.  Listen to the rustle sweep        over you.  Soon, your body sings, you rustle.  You blow        through the trees across the meadow.  You hear.  If,        perchance, the flicker calls now, you will disappear.    What grabs you and pulls you deep into the present?   What bird song or bird call does it for you?   What animal always makes you pause and draw a quick breath …