Though it’s getting late in the day, shall I skip over to the lake? My years do not count like those of a child. I go to the lake, overjoyed to see the sun has not set. The sunlight dances completely from one side to the other; the entire breadth is shimmering: the glory of the dancing sunrays on the water. That is what these fall days provide: an extended lifespan and, then, to finally see the naked tree revealed in the light.